I used to chase needles without thread Perhaps lace, laced strongly and surely No doilies for spoiling souls My mouth an overflowing ashtray Arms a fracking site deeply polluted
But today I had a taste of freedom Not full liberation But unrestraint in the chill of the night air Immunity in the damp grass Elbowroom in the dimmed night sky
My brains puppeteer must have taken lunch Now that Iām not being dragged and pulled In every which way at full strength I hope he never comes back This limpness leaves behind my limitations.