Reprise: All Along the FEELINGs Thread
(Sung to: "All Along the Watchtower," with apologies to Bob Dylan)
"There must be some way out of here," said Christopher to Christine,
"There's too much brilliance, more than I've ever seen.
Prosecutors, they drink my wine, judges dig my earth,
All of them along the line question my real worth."
"No reason to get excited," Christine, she kindly said,
"There are many here among us who look at you with dread.
But you and I, we FEEL, you see, and we don't think at all,
So let us not talk truthfully now, summer's turning into fall."
All along the FEELINGs thread, parrots clacked their beaks,
While all the lurkers came and went, a parade of dismal geeks.
Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did growl,
Father Terrence was approaching, and the wind began to howl. |
