Patty Lee

"Patty Lee, turn the lights on, please,There's something I don't understand.Patty Lee, turn the lights on, please,This party's gotten out of hand."

Those were the last words her suitor spoke before he croaked.

In seven seconds he'd be dead,

Tied to the headboard of

Patty Lee's bed.

Patty Lee sloughed her skin

And showed what was within.

It's hard to describe,

She moved like smoke

And sounded like ice.

We used to be gods,

Now we're so plain.

It took ten million years

Just to say my real name.

Back before

Babylon,**** was cool.

Now we've all got our saddles on,

We trot to school.

If I may wax poetic,

I think the facts are plain,

I am the moon ascendant,

I am not soon to wane.

See my shadows, twice the mountain,

Or stretched across the desert plain.

Shouting sun flares up like fountains,

Shouting planets down like rain.