Carnivàl

I got CRAZY words! Y’all should see ‘em – They’s a N’Awleens jumpin’ jazz festival wit’ stilt-walkin’, trash-talkin’ jugglers ‘n’ flamin’ side-show sword swallowers (Voodoo princess in the corner – Doncha think y’oughtta warn ‘er?) They’s ju-ju in the air & frantic dancin’ lewd & bawdy high-life thugs Well – they jist ain’t in control of they senses an’ they sho’ ain’t in control of the fences -- Those have been s t a m p e d e d I got CRAZY, words make hocus-pocus pie wit’ jumbalaya ‘n’ sweet paella ‘n’ eggplant parmesan -- I think I’ll eat them words – I’m sho’ they taste Deeeee-lishshsh-ussss ‘n’ they ain’t too bad digested ‘n’ re- gurgitated, neither! Yeah! Taste them words Wit’ yo’ ears, Wit’ yo’ eyes Wit’ da pre-rational room In yo’ mind ‘n’ dance, dance to they samba – Starlit night time Drunken, shoutin’ revelers Aswirl in a frenzy Of passion ‘n’ despair Skirts ‘n’ voices Flappin’ in the stompin, Stomped-up dust storm I Got crazy – WORD!