Willy Wonka reminded me
of someone I never really knew.
Sinister in that shroud of mystery.
It gets scary at night.
When a chill wind blows
coming from an odd factory
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We don't know where to turn
so we turn away quickly
with a shiver
shivering in the warmth
At all hours of the night
the cars spend their fuel
racing to nothing special
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The frogs play a tune
of nothing in particular
To emulate the crickets
whispering in the dark
They find nothing wrong
with the center of attention
who tries to hide
in the public light
Did you fake a death
or never really live at all?
Smile for the coroner
he's seeing you naked.
take off your clothes
and smile for the camera
Embalm me! Embalm me!
There's nothing like a good sponge bath
Send me flowers
to mark the day
the night is what I want
The darkness is idyllic
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muRata Manufacturing Co., Ltd.
Please regard whatever copyright laws you still hold sacred. I cite
artistic license in using muRata's name. After all, it is in good
fun.
1998 © Dave Cavill