I need seven less fingers, eleven more toes, I need a new wardrobe without any clothes
Unbendable elbow, a fourth of an ear, I need a new head with a much better fear
I need a new prison with licorice bars, to place all my organs in four mason jars
I need some new sutures to sew up this sneer, need a new memory to forget what was here
Assuming my assumptions are correct, after pause to consider and time to reflect
On thought serpentine and one crucial tear, I need none of these things …
I need a new couch with buttons of skin, a mutinous crew, a bedfellow’s twin
A Queequeg, a Pip, a Starbuck, a Whale, a slingshot, some kerosene and a dark shade of pale
A princess, a baron, some more Bitches Brew to drink up on someday with Jesus and you
A penchant for posies, a Hemmingway rat, a new Brass In Pocket for my Cat in the Hat
Assuming my assumptions are correct, after pause to consider and time to reflect
On thought serpentine and one crucial tear, I need none of these things
I need all of you here
