An Utter Lack of Pants

My strung-out limbs grow like plants Head in the clouds, toes with the ants Branches sprout, leaves strewn about, Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants My eyes swirl like big lollipops Cogs and wheels, they just won’t stop Sugar melts, candy belts Now I’m full of air like a cold can of pop My propeller spins on my funny hat I float away, to never come back Heavy body, I fall out of the sky Now I’m on the ground and I just want to cry My skinned knees bleed through my jeans Drawing eyes, I only displease I stumble not walk, I struggle to talk Now I’m nothing more than a can of dead fleas