The New Carl Sandburg Mess Lyrics

With your knowledge of yesterday's crossword

And your pills shaped like diamonds, flawless

You are reading me

Like I'm subtitled TV

You are picking up the new Carl Sandburg mess

With your intimate illustrations for sale

Your interview with Spin Magazine

You are telling lies

Like you're swatting flies

And you tell me "Well, I don't know what that means"

You plug into the mirror

With a cable stolen from

The Vatican Somnambulist

And his ancient hollow drum

You see the powder on the floor

Ask him to give you some

He gives you some, you ask for more

But the household limit is one

With your preference for rice over easy

Your fifty-sided dice and silver cane

You are holding court

With the bitter sort

Who need a nametag to remember your name

With your immersive flower department

And your ownership over my happiness

Your divining rod

Where the saints have trod

You are picking up the new Carl Sandburg mess