With ease it is done
Gape, drool and marvel
Yet it will drip like a dripping scoop of water
The world is too much for us.
Laughter that cracks the ribs
Fear that has your laps trickling with pee
Pressure that burrows you into the ground
The world is too much for us
Of beasts in human skin
Of sanity overhauled by insanity
Lapped up like milk drunk by a kitten
A remnant of intermittent lucidity
Perhaps the world is too much for us
How is it that she travels circularly
A drunken lady walking in a zig-zag manner
Every stare at your amoebic form and supposing it as straight
Reveals you as an unrepentant nonagon
Have you heard about the man dressed in garments the colour of crimson?
Who gives too much at advent season
Only he gives out too much
Why do you give your children too much to munch?