The water kept rising
The fire kept burning
The words came off
the forked tongue
easy and upright
I was awed by the ability
of the clown to
fit into the reptile suit
full of teeth spaced
so time would not
interrupt the volcano
We all waited for the money
to shoot out of the darkness
Hoping for our slice of cake
It all seemed like very good times
until the Gale-Gale Man
washed upon the shore and
sang a song with his band
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