Trojan Horse

CASSANDRA
Fire in the wax museum
Effigies melting down
But the fever’s just a symptom
Of what’s ailing this town

The fountain’s spoutin’ oil
The mountain’s slick with grease
The river’s fixin’ to boil
And the valley knows no peace

It’s a Trojan horse, of course, of course
Obvious if you consider the source
Tracing the tripwire
Back to the trap
It sings like a siren
And stings like a slap
Now I get the Joke
Wish I’d caught it before
Obvious when you consider the source
It’s a Trojan horse, of course, of course

Some see marble, and others a chisel
And some see a monumental deed
I see you can count the seeds in an apple
But can you count the apples in a seed?

All alone with this megaphone
And hardly any ears to hear
Pluckin’ feathers and pickin’ bones
From the goose we cooked last year

The vessel sinks like stoneware
In wells of washed-out ink
Wisdom, wisdom everywhere
Yet not a thought to think

It’s a Trojan horse, of course, of course
Obvious if you consider the source
Tracing the tripwire
Back to the trap
It sings like a siren
And stings like a slap
Now I get the Joke
Wish I’d caught it before
Obvious when you consider the source
It’s a Trojan horse, of course, of course

Air Lift Underground January 15, 2017. Category: airlift, The Original Joke.

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