Afternoons & Coffeespoons - Crash Test Dummies

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?

There’s a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy

I’ve had my lungs checked out with X rays

I’ve smelled the hospital hallways

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline

Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Times when the day is like a play by Sartre

When it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order —

I gave the doctor my description

I tried to stick to my prescriptions

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline

Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out

Measured out, measured with

Coffeespoons and T.S.

Eliot

Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback

I could change the test results that I will get back

I’ve watched the summer evenings pass by

I’ve heard the rattle in my bronchi …

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline

Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out

Measured out, measured with

Coffeespoons and T.S.

Eliot