Patty Lee

"Patty Lee, turn the lights on, please.
There's something I don't understand.
Patty Lee, turn the lights on please.
This party's gotten out of hand."

Those were the last words her suitor spoke before he croaked.
In seven seconds he'd be dead, tied to the headboard of Pattie Lee's bed.

Pattie Lee sloughed her skin and showed what was within.
It's hard to describe. She moved like smoke and sounded like ice.

We used to be Gods, now we're so plain.
It took ten million years just to say my real name.
Back before Babylon, shit was cool.
Now we've all got our saddles on, and trot to school.

If I may wax poetic, I think the facts are plain,
I am the moon ascendant and I'm not soon to wane.
See my shadow, twice the mountain or stretched across the desert plain.
Shouting sun flares up like fountains. Shouting planets down like rain