All behold the spectacle   A fleshy limbless rectangle   Sitting on a pedestal   So nasal handicapable      Contortions that he can't recall   Sniff and remember silver ball   The torso on a trampoline   The happiness melts into dream   To talk is an enunciated sneeze   To tatse 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   A secret means of ecstasy   Gyrating more like gelatin   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.   Disco.   Everyone's dancing.   Dimple.   Fading. Darker.   A subtle fragrance.   Faint.   Everyone's dancing without him.   Where did it go?   Dark.   Odorless.   Nothing