It's raining
not pouring
and this old man
is not snoring,
he's wide awake
and thinking
for gawd's sake
what happened to
the Summer.

Something foreign
something sweet
something something
you'd want to meet,

and you'd never know
if
you don't want to know
oh
but something sweet
you would want to meet.

If I'd been up to no good
I really, really think I would
have told you,

but I've been very good
or so
I tell myself.

I scowl
I scowl
for I never heard the owl
what is going on?

there are fair beast and fowl
but no sign of the owl
what is going on?

That sign on the village green
'keep off the grass'
I haven't smoked that in years
what is going on?

You might be saying it has been a long day
I'm here thinking it could have been longer

Twenty four seven might be your idea of heaven but
I'm thinking it should have been longer.

Plenty of time to be tired
when you're wired up to the grid
and they only want to be rid of you
and
plenty of time to save yourself

ah
to hell with them

you gotta get out there and yell at them
and tell them
it should have been longer.

Of course
when you've killed all the demons that bedevilled you
what is there left to do but to find more demons.

And this human condition is just one more tradition to keep,
those monsters we make to take the place of the monsters we **** are the same.

We're all connected by indeterminate fears
we fall together in the circles of our tears
and rise to do it again.

The safest place that one can be
is
where sharks can't see me,

mind you,
there's not much to do
and you don't get much fun
unless you count
counting the pebbles
and
and
no! that's it
counting pebbles
waiting for the inevitable

the tide will come in
the sharks will grin
and we'll all be on the menu.