Bewildered Bewitched (MS)

 All I remember is the wandering

the rod and the chain and the satin

tomorrow I will have fur-cotton

wondering where the road ends

today I am a chair someone sits on

yesterday I stood on a toad


yesterday I ate a toadstool

today I am chairman of the board

wondering when the meeting will end

tomorrow I will have fire gloves on

Herod and St. James and of course Satan

always remember the wanting.

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