Transport me
Back to obtuse reality
Where I eaten by you
Then born again as me
A fever dream
Wearing imagined seams
No convictions or beliefs
But I remember everything
There's no way we can be late
So Mote It Be!
So many gods to please
No gifts this year
Too dry to drink
Keeping busy with the silent G
No line at the DMV
Renting rockets manned by monkeys
Quoting Solomon and David, and the Goblin King
There's no way they can relate
So we wait
We can't be late
Forever yours, after all.