Chemistry - The Stem, The Nymph, And I
While riding on my Stem, I went to a land,
A land as
far as the clothed eye could see,
There, I saw a little indigo man
was yelling obscenities at me.
Well, the closer they came, the larger they
Until I caught one on my thumb,
Out of curiosity, I took a little
Found that it tasted like chocolate gum.
The little man looked
at me as if I lost my skull,
Then he began to yell again and then I said "No
thanks, Iím full"
So I hopped back on my stem and traveled across the
endless, solid seas,
And there I saw a beautiful Chartreuse Nymph
was swimming along beside of me.
She asked "can you help me?" and I said
Then I heard the pitiful song coming out of her eye.
kind of sorrowful, it sounded like sex,
It sounded like she wanted me to
smell her "pecks"
So I did, and I know this may sound kinda strange,
I took a whiff and would you believe the smelled orange?
So out of
curiosity, I took a little taste, and I canít understand
Why she knocked me
unconscious with the palm of her hand.
All I know, or can remember, that is,
when I came to,
The little Nymph was gone, and my
stem was gone too.
So I walked a little... I swam a little...
through the horizonís tremendous mouth.
Slipped over the quivering
sunshineís lip to discover
how far I had drifted south.
I plunged into
the darkness I knew all too well,
a sluggish recollection of a licorice
With that, I moved forward through the darkness with quickness and
For my past experiences have taught me to no longer taste
wade and stumble forward with all of my might,
till I found myself being
nudged forward by a little speckle of light.
It was very small, about the
size of a pin,
So I grabbed it and stretched it, and forced my way in.
Out of the familiar warm darkness, into cold harsh light,
around with wonder at all the starkness in sight.
I looked for my stem, and
it was one where to be found.
then a giant hand grabbed my feet and turned
me up side down.
At the sound of a whack! it occurred to me,
that I was
far away from the little Nymph and the solid sea.
Now perhaps now you can
some how finally begin,
to understand why most try to go back into whist
they came in.
I know Iíll keep trying till the day that I die,
to land of my stem, the little nymph and I.