If the words sound queer.

If the words sound queer then they probably are
Like my heart burned out by a shooting star
Flaming, falling out of heaven
Past hills of bread without leaven
To the place where the wild ones are.

If my thoughts seem strange, they probably are,
Like my soul being snatched and pulled far
Stretching, tugging, torn asunder
Leaving a body filled of lightning / thunder,
Or a vessel powered by a chocolate bar.

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If it's at all avoidable, such a rhyme I will bar

If my thoughts seem strange, they probably are
Like a fluest playing an electric guitar
Like a southlander making intelligent speech
A man sucking out the blood of a leech
Or a pillowcase racing a car.

If the words sound queer, they probably are
The commandments of a forgotten tsar
So now I run away in confusion
Without so much as a simple allusion
As things can be quite bizarre.