Myrtle

a funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade

a saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid

whittled with an exacto knife

plum right through my load bearing wall

I'm horrified now that I could do such a thing

but I thought I saw the singer

I've heard those chimes so many other times

but if I gave in, it had to of been

I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon

since I gave in, it had to of been

since I gave in, I hope it had to been

I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist

I might be a subrealist, but I can't substantiate

it was bigger than me and I felt like a sick child

dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle