The Appy Groove

Somewhere beyond the rainbows
somewhere that no one's seen-
I know the empty diatribe
about how somewhere's just a dream-

but oh alas my somewhere's not
I've gone and gone so many times-
and seen the girl with darkened curls
and the bow headed service queen.

I have seen the spinning blades
that trim the whitened cream
and I have cut the roasted ham
to eliminate all the green.

Oh the Ogre hates when I sing
but beneath her rage is so much pain
and so I sing and work for her
and the sun comes out in the rain.

The Colonel comes from 3 - 9
damn chicken! Choose first the Wonderbar
He loves with the conviction of a regal king
and somehow, here, a fallen star.

The bald, diabetic, tells jokes and sings
"oo lala lady gaga!"
and lettuce falls on bread on wings
by the lady who laughs like Zaza.

and to falling:
There's blonde in those baby blues
they're calling
to the bread man to choose.

and fish swim by the unmistakable voice
that chops them down to size
Her lab coat flowing, she's specific
without having to generalize.

And Danny Devito will grant you bills
or rather give them to his wenches
She somehow knows I'll get Mac-and-Cheese
perhaps I'm too predictable and need to come to my senses.

Then there's the night girl
who still has pink in her hair,
chatting with the trimmed beard man
and he stares and he stares and he stares.

The smiles around me in our fortress, protected,
and separated from the outside world by meat-
out there is madness and needs to be corrected
but in here, the days are petite.

An hour goes like a minute for us
and we enjoy the time we have
while others outside are in a rush
we can't go anywhere-
they got us by the gonads.