Dilemmas in the face of my brain
A chair makes a noise and you assume it’s a squeak
Not until we explore the depth of the noise can you find true relief
Is it a creek or a crik or a squawk not a squeak?
Get down on a knee and look underneath
I can see the noise as it takes hold of your teeth
Take a deep breath, plug your nose and close your eyes
There is a magic spray that will free you from these noisy chains
As you move around freely (with a grin) I try to explain
To get up and move for it will be a short while
Before the spray dries and you can truly smile
I walk away and you sit down
Now you’ve got shit on your pants
And want to know what I’ll do
Well, I’ll need to explore with scissors and glue
I fill your earholes with Elmer’s and cut off your legs
Now we both breathe that sigh of relief
As you wipe off your hands
I wipe off my feet
A tip of the hat for my job well done
As you wave me away to the setting sun