For Any Reason
If you aren’t satisfied for any
Reason please call his number
Where shall I chop more lumber
To stack the fire I’m trying
To create and prorate all the
High buyers and explorers
Seeking to steal my home,
I am not satisfied with
The candy store anymore,
With Babylon’s whore
It would call out to me
And the raging sea
Behind me, I could
Find a place to stick
All the sticks in the way
From getting burned but
Then we would have to
Start over and send over
New lumber and a new
Number to call when
Humanity will
Inevitably fall,
And she could paint
It purple and ride around
On a horse like tourist
Attraction, a city for
Everyone’s satisfaction,
A number I could call
To give me direction
Out of the sensual
Habitual habitat for
Humanity that I want
More than what I have
Bargained for, I want
More than the Babylon
Whore, I want her to
Burn to the ground
When love in me
Will abound
