(Mostly culled from what I can remember of what was going through my head before I went to bed last night; it's certainly incomplete, but I thought I'd post it here in its rather haphazard form just to get some reactions first.)
The rooster grins to the pearly morn
And the crescent headed moon man’s horn
Stands on stilts and illumes the sky
On the green green grass where we sit and lie
On lawns we yawn to the Piper at the Gates
Of dawn who plays his song and lures the rats
From the sewers and homes and
Home…
The word is a memory from long ago
A fading lyric or melody of song
When we knew so briefly where we belonged
But remember, remember our time’s righteous treason
When they burned at the stake our will and our reason
And did love ascend and disperse with the smoke?
Where our gin and coke could never take a joke
But men, oh men, our women were right
And our taverns have gone into that good night
And, however slight, I miss them all; the fall
Of might… But we might, just might recall
Our homes past the doorways of dawn
Turning the knobs that bob in the bog
Of today’s total meltdown of damnable dogs