Time Is a Sausage

Time is a sausage That's what he said I’m quit fond of sausage, He was’nt joking time is a sausage Drinking wine smoking outside the frogs, the damn frogs are they in the sausage bulging at ends connected and held by motion of skin forced up , tight from the link That's where Christ shines defines a moment I think creating and ending the pressure of years centuries past motherless tears sexual perversions marital bliss snowflakes on windows dissolve in a kiss That is the sausage -I ponder a drink - but separate in wonders glorious link! Holding to gather but, dividing the shore this one from that beginning and more I’m quiet fond of sausage the frogs and the wine the place of my chair it’s place in this time carbon base life a table for two bursting with atoms following you until the end -another drink- puff smoke when God of creation great words he spoke will close up the book time to a end of sausage, frogs wine with a friend.