The Un-Well

Make a wish for the lost souls;
Better make it three.
But don’t go tossing coins down here,
‘Till you trust the well trustee.

Welcome to the Underground,
Where the banker is the devil,
And Jesus was the carpenter,
Who lost his spirit-level.

The law of wells has no right side,
What’s left is jail and fear.
You’ll wander under false arrest
There’s no ‘wonder' standing here.

Psychiatrists are shrinking,
Under lights of ultra violet.
White coats glow like barium
In this dark and dismal toilet.

And, don’t go feeding wishes,
To the keeper of the well.
His mind got smoked on Christmas trees;
Not well, No’el, Noel.

Wishing turned him greedy,
He lied way down to hell,
Hell’s fire dried the water up;
Destroyed the coins as well.

Many gave him credit,
But he never paid his loans.
His lovers died of heartache
Now the well is full of bones.

So, make a wish for the lost souls;
Better make it three.
But don’t go tossing coins down here,
‘Till you trust the well trustee.

Another wee ditty drafted today by Hazy Dizzyday