I like to go dressed up as death
when the faculty meets the king.
I like to put my death mask on
to hear the eunuchs sing.
I love to hear their budget lies,
they have such a musical ring.
I always wear my totenkopf
to hear the eunuchs sing.
I like to see them shake their heads,
(that’s not what’s been cut off)
I like to hear them wail and cry
in my rubberized totenkopf.
I love to hear them tell us why
our gold has turned to brass
then up I jump in my dead black robes
and tell’em to kiss my ass.
Their scandalized mouths make little pink O’s
when I swear before the king,
but I always appall
when I go to the hall
in my rubber death mask, black robes and all
to hear the eunuchs sing.
©WILLIAM JOHN WATKINS