somethin’ dirty
somethin’ bad
somethin’ insidious
bought with the coin of weakness

is losin’ its grip on little old me
ah, I can feel it
tentacle by tentacle
prong by prong
sinew by snapping sinew

is it gonna go quietly?
not a chance.
it bellows and hollers in my dreams.
but I analyze those cries, and surprise!
it is only the impotent rage of defeat.

each day now
I poke a little further
out of the eggshell
spring’s a-comin’
spring’s a-comin’
ah, Lordy
spring’s a-comin