Not Your Father's Reaper

You pick a fight to live today, You tell the time you saw the dreamed-of shore of an island, Gilligan, Gentle wind at your cheek, A kiss parting lips caress, A day wide-eyed as a lamb, But then the harrow got you. So swing your partner, men sashay, Sad to say I see you lost a leg, You can call the do-si grow One of them megaphones You could goose it up: Wrong way! If you don’t know where to sit, Why not by your other shoe? But pick your spot and stay away, One fine day the world will open wide, Till then keep your company With the goat-kid-gloved-of- the-less-said-the-better-backed- down-mouse-frightened elephants, schooling the lesson you knew. And take your tea with tooth decay, Spoon-to-cup-by-spoon-to-cup you go, Rhythm stretches on like dough, Apple-pie-order slow, And you kneed deep all alone, Haystack-deep, Gabriel's song! Blast it! Blast is 'las to brew!