Batjesus stalks the night
Looking for wrongs to right
Nine lives wrapped in a magic wand
With his faithful slave Pedro, he's free now on bond.
Peddling daydreams, wetdreams, and rants
He speaks in tongues and riddles and chants
Dances a tapdance version of hell
Grinning and loving
It goes down well.
We're lost in a daydream where the colors all run
frightened of darkness and scarred by the sun
A Clown prince prances across the screen mouthing vague obscenities
Talking heads clicking tongues in admonition but
Their screeds ring hollow.
The Guardians of civility with their pitchforks and their maces insure that everyone behaves and keeps smiles on their faces.
The thought patrol and their noxious hounds intolerant of hatred
Silence all the critic foolish enough to think anything is sacred.
The Clown prince and his hell toupee rants to wild approval
The gilded elite who don't know 'bout the street click their tongues as usual
Batjesus help us
We need your love.