I once had a ship in a bottle
I had on my Sunday best
When I discovered glass tasted like blood
And became bed ridden
They all came to pay tribute
And play crazy eights, each wore a poker face
Then left me to my own device

I had nothing to show for it
I held up the Eucharist and broke it in four pieces
Hold your tongue, stick it out and swallow it
Prepare yourself
For the ecumenical trip
The gaining of foresight
That you wouldn't ordinarily have

Receiving transmissions from far off dimensions
Chock full of unprecedented revelations
Share the message but do it justice
Count the follicles and the rings
Disregard the Standards and Practices
Thwart their attempts
To misconstrue the context

"There's a knife fight at the gun show"
"He's Hell bound but Heaven sent"
"Look into his glass onion"
"We know you're on the fence"
"Just write it three times each"
'Shave that mono brow!"
"We've never met someone of his caliber"

No, they can't understand
They won't
They refuse to
They think in dividends
And personal quotients

I'll go back to completing my ship in a bottle, it is far less difficult