Tell em:
You look too funny with yer hair like that
You look like a Fabio-woman; isn’t it grand?
You look like a hippie with your finger in yer crack
You look like my aunt with a whistle in her stack.

Tell em:
Your hair looks like I could hang you from a porch
And if you turned right around, I thought you me sister
Go sit on a piano to be painted like a girl
You look so cheesy I just might hurl.

Tell em:
You might've run away from a pair of scissors
You tryin' to be a princess or something?
You give me a fright when we look your way
Cause you might as well dance in drag today.

I'LL TELL EM:
I don't care whether I got distance on my head
You never did anything to stand out on your own.
So let me be just being so high in the sky
Being a long-haired ****** 'til the day I die.

The skin I thought I once knew
As only looking just straight at you
And then all those other voices I kept down so long
Finally made it out so big and strong.

The reason why I may have blushed
And now I can feel my hetero hopes crushed
Cause that little boy kicking defiantly inside
And he's for SURE got different plans in mind.

No, no, it's a one time thing
This doesn't mean I want a separate fling
But I can't help but think
Of all those times I wanted to wink

And now I feel myself splitting in two
One's for that, the other for you
But I'll keep that side on the down-low
Because I've still got a lot of thinking to do, you know.

Here in the hustle and bustle of the world
I cannot locate my poetic muse
He has run off elsewhere like the child I am, too
But I MUST find him, now!

Quickly, he couldn't have gone far
In his paranoia and anger
Mister, have you seen him? Ma'am, have you?
Surely you could give me just a little clue?

And the orchestra of my mind roars so loud
And the music covers my brain like a cloud
So many nooks and crannies to crawl in
But this searching battle is something I MUST win!
Cause if I lose my muse
Who am I?
Who is Ellison, then?
If his mental bells ring so loud like Big Ben!

I'm blinded, deafened
By the hustle and bustle of the world
And you, the reader, will be the first to know
If I found my muse stranded in blackened snow.

Flip a ladder upside-down and tell me where you climb to
You come to the same destination, but don’t dare argue
That it could’ve been different, it could’ve been right
And your feelings are telling you to look away from the light

That is her face, and it is blindingly apparent
To which I realize that all is viewed is transparent
Should I run? Should I flee?
Saints preserve us! The choking glory
And now my heart shrinks so itty bitty tiny
Sweat glistens on my face, ever so shiny
As I realize that I am turning reverse red
Is my heart dead? No, I think not
But my love surely has run out, and there was quite a lot
Don’t give me that look, I tell you again
It was not you, ’twas me, my beautiful friend
And I look at you closer, I gaze at you once more
Oh hell! Oh curses! I run out the door
Listening to my mind rattling, and I know nothing again
So I take to my thoughts; music pours from my den
Of solitude, of singleness, of loneliness, of fear
A room without you in it, a room without a soul
A room made out of ice, a room without a friend
A room colored blue, a room seen as black
My heart rekindles itself, the fire is back
No love has gone away, and I hope to see you soon another day.

Come, at last to the mountain pass
And dream the stuff of purity
Open your ears to the thoughts without fears
And all will come true to you.

As twilight disappears off the canvas sky
Love forever hangs where you lie
And the air is warm like your body it hold
So long as the truth is worth like gold.

Your hands dissolve into faces and smiles
Do not be alarmed, be eased into the clouds
And sound and rain are here to be blessed
Just like you on the summit of our song.

So open every eye on your glowing body
As the music shines brighter and brighter
In this glorious day of peace mantra dance
You finally become one with nature.

Goodbye, a dastardly devious fiend
Always on the brink of disaster you leaned
And always stopped by the hero in blue
It's just a **** shame what has happened to you.

You made our hearts grow, you made them sink
You taught us that even villains have to think
And that they too want happiness and joy
And you gave us those things to every girl and boy.

Your spirit was undying, your face so inspiring
Yet your cancer forced you into sadly retiring
And Sporticus grieved with the rest of the gang
And Lazytown no longer played and sang.

But we have to move on without our purple friend
Cause his heart was filled with glee in the end
And now he plays in the bright morning sun
Just know that you were always villain number one.