The Seasons Have Gone Mad

the seasons have gone mad
absolutely mad
just a passing fad
the sanity they once had

ice is falling from the sky
flowers gone
the trees have died
search for God
and there he stands
as balls of white
a three-part man
eyes and mouth as black as coal
protruding carrot as his nose
what's in that pipe?
where are his toes?
and then someday
he melts away
procreation
what a shame
one is born
gone just the same

the seasons have gone mad

someone left the faucet on
up in the sky
and now he's gone
search for God
in a virgin yard
as a pink flamingo
running hard
spinning legs of flexibility
wind creates athletic ability
to where does he run?
and where is the sun?
and then it peeks through
it's true, it's true
dark clouds come
before skies of blue
trial and error
we all go through

the sanity they once had
is just a passing fad

and the light stays on up above n'
burnt-orange people
lay in the oven
search for God
there he is
multi-colored ball
passed between kids
orange white yellow blue
left for nobody in the pool
why is he left to soak?
how does he stay afloat?
and then comes fate
as he deflates
love and leave
a law mandates
friendly sparks
extinguished by hate

it's absolutely mad

leaves descending from the trees
spectacular colors
in the recently deceased
search for God...

the seasons have gone mad