was walking in Macarthur park
carrying a cake.
The recipe was easy,
didn't take me long to bake.
And then the rain began to pour
and I thought, Gie's a break,
when I heard a voice behind me say,
in tones that made me quake,
made me drop my cake in fright.
His kappa suit of white,
and gold rings dazzled in the light.
A nasal whine and baseball cap
So now you know who left the cake out in the rain
- was me.
I know that Richard Harris sang
before the age of ned,
but the song is just a metaphor,
and anyway he's dead.
And while I'm here I must confess
I killed Bambi as well.
But I didn't put the bop in bop shoo wop
- that was someone else.
(from the forthcoming album After the Angst Has
My Beautiful Ninja
Her Lips Were Made to Kiss Megaphones
Where I Live
666 Great Junction Street
Sanity is not Statistical