bong a long song

you hang kong

while planets revolve

bang a brutal gong

no problems are solved

you let the Scooby Doo lemonade rumble from the heart of some unknown star

and I saw the teapots boiling over with trouble when a pope was born on Mars

it takes a mile to go the distance of dreams left un-fulfilled

and holier than thou type assistance is the king of your weakest will

grow-room play-toy Macedonia and the new shadowboxing cringe

you don't collide with a parallel drinker when even Dionysus refuses the binge

so give a big gulp to the arctic slush-lords

and make your stand in the jungles below the newest suns

i never care to read the score-boards

and i don't need to play a game that i've won