Kerosene Queue Worries

Where’s the paid watcher of my Jerry can And who the hell just bounded it off, My face now a hotter frying pan, Never to learn how to absorb a bluff? Lame excuses I don’t fail a wheel chair And their givers try to not spare: These days’ lies changed like robes By lips doubly sure no listener probes... Because kerosene is involved And its worries not easily solved... Tales in powder soaked to veil their rashes, No recalls of Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes… Should I forget haven woken up at 4:00 AM For a heart gladdening position in a snaky queue And the pains taken to phone a Clem For my Jerrycan to be preceded by just a few Stiff-necked, refusing a morning bath After picking the consequences from Simple Math?