In the jungle of your mind
I bedded with the clichés
We sat round a campfire
And talked about foreign trade
You're favorite one stood up
and begged to play charades
We humored him only
because we knew he had had a bad day

Then the oldest and wisest
asked me to sing
I told him my voice was
reminiscent of a bad dream
He responded with laughter
slapping his sides
Then he pulled out a snake from the grass
and held it while it slithered and writhed

That night around midnight
We lay under the stars
We tried to use our imagination
But it didn't take us very far
You showed me constellations
That didn't exist
I told you I knew them
had studied them when I was a kid

You then took my hand
and kissed me on the mouth
I was shocked and bewildered
But accepted it without
The knowledge that your father
Was watching from afar
He took an axe and proceeded
to chop my courage apart

I ran further  and deeper
into the jungle of your mind
I found the clichés still siting
enjoying their time
I begged them to let me
play charades
The agreed politely
They could see I had had a bad day