Harvey Lizard

There are times when you’re the hero

and there’s times you are the fraud

and there’s times you know that you are just my circus.

They are times when I tell stories

and there’s times when I steal skulls

and there’s times I kick the nuns downstairs

on purpose.

There are times I watch you leaping

and I smile when you’re my lake

and there’s times I can’t remember why I bother.

There are times I have you creeping

and there’s times you shake and bake

and there’s time that I am grateful for your fodder.

But mostly (mainly often)

I am glad you’re not my man

I am glad I only see you with that gizzard

I am glad you are a stranger

I am glad you’re tall yet blind

and I’m glad I barely know you Harvey Blizzard.

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