Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn

Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn

Whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales

And neptune dances hornpipes while salome sheds her veils



Phallus phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot

But sousa sam can only hear the screams of peep the sot

Who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups

And exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up



Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams

And greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem

And even christian scientists can but display marble plaques

Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts

Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts