The Elaboration of the Absurd

(sounds of a city, a car horn blows as a siren blares)

Mimes in the street and roaming

Clowns in heat, silent, foaming

Caged in the bowels of a circus

The body of his sock puppet

dead on the cement ground

He fled the town

He went downtown and drank some water

Looked at the menu and then ordered

Baby back ribs, is what he told her

One morning he awoke in a cold motel

With a fat woman groaning beside him

crumbs fell from her double chin

Is anybody there?

The parody is almost here

AWAKE!

Can you remember where you were?

Have the screams stopped?

The donut was old

Shrunken and glazed

she was afraid to swallow

The food was now dead poison

And she was beside me

Slim... no, she's FAT

Her jet black hair

white with powder

Now... run to the T.V. in the back room and

LOOK!

she's coming near

I can't live thru each slow step of her bowel movement

I let my ass cheeks slide around

The cold floor tiles

Feel the good brute sinking thought

The smooth hissing thought's INSANE...

(alarm clock sounds)

WAIT!

There's been a murder here!

Don't stop to look or joke around

Your nose and make-up are on the ground

We're getting out of town

We're dressing up as nuns

And you're the one I want to pun

Fun with me

Fun with me

Fun with me

HAVE FUN!

The asylum is warm, at the top of the hill

Padded are the rooms and the drugs are there

Red are the arms of the geri chair

And you won't know a thing until you're trapped inside

Dead clown's corpse in the funny car

The engine runs on feathers and tar

C'mon along, we're sneaking up behind

From the East to scare

the mime.

Fun with me

Fun with me

Fun with me

HAVE FUN!

A killer lives by the side of the lake

Bozo's daughter is in love with the cake

She lives down the road by the Donut Hole

Eat up, girl! We're going home

Fun Fun Fun

HA HA HA

FUN FUN FUN

I WILL GET TO YOU!

I am the Absurd King

I can parody anything

(whistling, hooting, applause)

"I am the Absurd King

I can mimic anything

I have smoked the blue grass of Easter

I can lay a hollow chocolate egg

For many many years I've knelt

before the old time television gods

praying strange prayers

to the dead men of yore

Now I come crawling back

To the new world which these words create

My fair fellow friends

Howling in the night

Run wild, run with the wolves

(sounds of rain and distant thunder)

Night arrives with fearful eyes

darkness falls and swallows the light

soon comes a brand new day

and a brand new way

*applause sign*

Sounds of canned laughter

drowns the voices on the television