Rumbling joker hides a lot

Rumbling joker lies a lot to you

Leads a calibrated life

Never does it rudely, foolishly

Cool inside



May we always cry

May we drink them dry

May we wake up small and pale

Asking very good questions

Justifying an existence

In the belly of the whale



Rum professor gathers wounds

Hidden in the frozen dunes by the highway

And a sour arrangement cries

Dead before the ink dries

Im not surprised

Bruised inside