Tall Dwarfs Follow

Nothing's going to stop it
It's gonna come
And nothing you do will prevent it
reaching out, caressing your soft
and sinuous throat
And is it gonna hurt you,
or is it gonna make you feel so
good you could explode?
Sharp and tacky, lacking depth
and quality, spongelike, soft and suspect
Nothing's gonna stop it
All over the world
it spreads and slides
And whispers foul messages of hope
and sincerity into even eaves encrusted
with the smelly encrustations of cynicism
Oh, it's a fine one, it's a lovely life
and nothing's going to stop it
prevent it, deter it, or destroy it
deter it or destroy it

But what about the insidious polyethylene
beast of mad Japanese prophecy swinging
silently into the restrooms of the nation
baring their rotten teeth to clasp onto
the soft and sinuous throats of the cracked reflections
in flyblown mirrors?
I ask you, who wants to stop it?
Let's embrace it, rancid breath and all
The common man and woman must raise up
and defend their God-given rights
(to suffocate in the padded temple
of their own choice)
Oh, what's it all about, anyway?

Stop me before I invert it, slop all over the cameraman's carpet with primeval guilt
Nothing's gonna stop it
Spongelike, nothing's going to
Spongelike, nothing's going to
Spongelike, nothing's going to
Spongelike, soft and tacky