Right down that street there
the one on which you’re about to run
to get away from me,
well, a couple years ago a salamander ran that way.
He was trying to get away from me as well.
The salamander ended up with a blue belly.
So when you run down the street
and pass a Billy goat neighing his laments
you’ll know you’re there.
If you start to feel a little nauseated
don’t fret.
You’re much bigger than the salamander.
That’s what happens when you run from my door
with it’s glistening claw knocker
and glassy canopy of atmosphere.
You get a little queasy inside
a sick down there feeling
like you might have done something wrong.
But I’m sure you can handle ice much better
than the salamander.
Although you are slimy
you’re not a amphibian
so really,
you don’t have an excuse for not surviving
the run to the end of my street.
In fact
you don’t have many excuses at all
for leaving in the first place.
So come back to the door
with the glistening claw knocker
and glassy canopy of atmosphere
and knock.
I’ll take you downstairs into the man cave
where the tools are.
I’ll drill a tiny hole into your head
with that medium sized bit
the one slightly larger than the one we used
on the pillow fort.
I’ll drill a tiny hole into your head
and blow some more hot air into it
so that you can leave again
knowing that your head
is far more buoyant than your heart.
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