the world has turned and left me here

water wheels of burning steel
deep-fat fried jellyfish bones
in no-fly zones
degenerate marks in central parks
that keep you tight
with fear of fright
and no alimoney baloney
just a charm of powerful smarm
drink jesus juice and pray
that it won't be today
or any way
molly may
forget it all
let your engines stall
like divers divin'
or preachers high-fivin'
who get down to the beat
like pieces of meat
like pancake batter
made of anti-matter
or original sin
in the lion's den
under rugs of fire
and chokey spires
hey
stop wailin' and start sailin'
loosen ties with dirty white lies
and sport your shorts
and write short reports
because (hiccup)
this is a stickup.