All behold the spectacle   A fleshy limbless rectangle   Sitting on a pedestal   So nasal handicapable      Sniff and remember silver ball   Contortions that he can't recall   The torso on a trampoline   The happiness melts into dream      To talk is an enunciated sneeze   To taste is some foul air to breathe      One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!   He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite   And he fucks himself as he fucks the world      His twitching brain can dance within   Gyrating more like gelatin   A secret means of ecstasy   Acute and very olfactory      To see is colors crawling in the nose   To hear is stinking highs and lows      He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away      With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt   'cause he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta      Smell, Sweat, Movement.   Everyone's dancing.   Disco.   Dimple.   Fading. Darker.   A subtle fragrance.   Faint.   Everyone's dancing without him.   Where did it go?   Dark.   Odorless.   Nothing.