Whining elephant stands on a blue Line waiting for government cheese and Crackers to float up out of the swirling mist That obscures the vision of the beaver people climbing out of the primordial mud-huts of the Village Disjunct of the County Inarticulate This is the same dream I had when a Hamburger was eating me! Can I call you Malcontent? Yes you can, it's my name and has been such for so long I can't even remember when it wasn't shifting in and out of phase this laughing cactus wants a hug as the penguin waddles in his tuxedo and top hat towards the anchovy laden Sea port and sees shells on the beach avoiding the live crabs catching at my sand groovin' heels it's a scene, man... a real scene.