Outside the cafe
by the cracker factory
you were practising
a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
as you talked
and chewed
on the last of your
pick and mix
Said "You're mistaken
if you're thinking
that I haven't been
caught cold before"
As you bit into your
strawberry lace
And then a flip
in your attention
in the form
of a gobstopper
Is all you have left
and it was going
to waste
Your past times consisted
of the strange and twisted
and deranged and I love
that little game
you had called
Crying lightning
and how you like to
aggravate the
ice cream man
on rainy afternoons
The next time that I
caught my own reflection
it was on it's way
to meet you
Thinking of excuses
to postpone
You never look like
yourself from the side
but your profile
could not hide
The fact you knew
I was approaching
your throne
With folded arms
you occupy the bench
like toothache
Saw them, puff your
chest out like you
never lost a war
And though I try so
not to suffer the indignity
of a reaction
There was no cracks
to grasp
no gaps to claw
And your past times
consisted of the strange
and twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game
you had called
Crying lightning
and how you like to
aggravate the icky man
on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
but not half as impossible
as everyone assumes
you are
crying lightning
Your past times
consisted of the strange
and twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game
you had called
Crying lightning
You're crying lightning
You're crying lightning
You're crying lightning
Your past times
consisted of the strange
and twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game
you had called
Crying!