Christopher shouts, as he peels off his skin,
"I love to eat glue! Is that such a sin?"
He runs to the hill for a glass of red wine,
and dances around. He's doing just fine.
Christopher laughs at the humorless earth,
while searching for limes of a medium girth.
"I mix up my spoons and they get a tattoo.
I'm waiting for bliss in the form of wet dew."
Christopher points to the scattered applause.
He knows all the scraps of the hesitant pause.
Thinking of putting an end to the fun,
he wakes up the rain, but it’s just set to stun.
Christopher jumps off the closest decline.
He wants you to watch as his thoughts realign.
"Without all the steps to this hammer," he smiles.
"We'd wander about in this hole for a while."
Christopher walks, and Christpher stands.
Christopher hides from the dry, desert sands.
Finding the truth in a clever remark,
Christopher goes for a stroll in the park.
