from the land of the scorpions

The man who wants to eat a hamburger
isn’t registered to vote.
He is a Beast of the Power of the Air.

He’s humming to himself.
He wants a hamburger,
but he nibbles a leaf,
and he’s humming to himself.

Hm, hmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmm…

Bop! bop! bop! bop! bop!

Hm, hmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmm…

Bop! bop! bop! bop! bop!

It’s a tune he got from a radio one day,
on an a.m. station broadcasting live
from the land of the scorpions.

Somebody large in that red house-
Somebody large and hidden-
had played it especially for the hungry man.

That day he slowed his steps to listen.
He put one knee on the sidewalk,
untied, tied, untied, then tied
his left shoe shoelaces,
so as to not look suspicious.

The tune struck him.
His jaw went loose.
He put both hands inside his heart.
All the way inside.

His arms and fingers spread wide.
His body moved forward and upward.

He is a Beast of the Power of the Air.