The rumors about your potential are true
You could be pure for those who care
Just jump into a puddle of wonderful mysterious chaos
The attendant at the Rexall Drugs spoke in shivering whispers
He screamed obscenities behind the darkroom door
He said, “The rumors about your potential are true.”
They hang like fortune cookies from bright luminous trees
Braveness is more than the absence of cowardice in a fight
Jump into a puddle of wonderful mysterious chaos
or dip a finger into a doubted dark pool of malice
He said, “Iron John is a thirsty fish in a pool of holy water.”
He said, “The rumors about your potential are true.”
Adore the puddle of wonderfulness in your illumination
Compose poems that stick in your mind like wet beer-shits
He jumped into a puddle of wonderful mysterious chaos
He was the main character of your novel
He stepped across a chasm in the twilight dim
The rumors he heard about your potential are true
Just jump into that puddle of wonderful mysterious chaos
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