Ahh… mud again,
Footsteps… reminders, tracks for the spies,
Spinning lies like chiffon for the brides,
Where are the grooms?
Who snap fingers and pose for careful cameras,
Not too happy, frowning if reminded.
Is there any room at your table?
Oh then I suppose the floor will do,
Look at the mess I’ve made!
You polished that floor with your tongue
This mess must make you sore,
I’ll make them disappear,
Where’d you leave your tongue
Is that it by the door?
Can you fill the stage with your presence?
Or just marbles you run after for dramatic effect
My name is not Ted, I have heard what you said
And went straight to bed drowning in snot and drool.
Your spool is stuck in that tiger’s paw,
You think he’s trained but I can’t really say,
You set up rings set them aflame,
Pretending, again that this is fame.
If I could pretend the way you do,
I’d build myself an igloo, slaughter animals for fur
Make a carpet, a flag, a cape to trail at your parade.
This tongue of yours does wonders is it a sponge?
It’s like I never left a mark!
Ahh mud why won’t you stay at the park?
