I stuck my hand into Pandora’s Box
Pulled it out and that’s not a paradox
I don’t like it when the sticks are crossed
Wasn’t Rasputin whose life was lost?
Left the sticks now and pick up some rocks
Swallowed the keys so they wouldn’t lock
Waving is Pandora’s with her Box
Wasn’t she an irresistible groovy fox?
Streetwalker, for she must pay her bills
The rent collector is disoriented and terribly ill
The evil landlord has stolen his drops and pills.
Surely a victim ready for Pandora’s Box
Everyone’s then caught a case of the chicken pox
Streetwalker, she’s has them all on the ropes
She’s horrifically stuck and strung out on dope
She’s got her poppy from a blasphemous pope
No one dares to point a finger, tattle or squeal
The sanctimonious bishops are all on their heels.
Praise the chaos and irreparable insanity
Pandora lost herself submerged in her vanity
Popping the bubble of an earnest sincerity
Uninterested in a subtle form of sobriety
Eaten up with a paranoiac anxiety
Nonetheless very similar to our society
My goodness she is flapping her witch’s wings
while the lonely blueser does moan and sing
sounding like a freshly buried morbid corpse.
Her seventy-eights are all scratched and warped.
Heeding the motto of a bullying Bowery bum
as the nightingales all sadly murmur and hum.
Keeping her head up as she proudly walks
pimping her sexy perilous enticing box.
Seducing the wayward burdened prodigal son
He is slipping and sliding till the day is done
Never a moment or a motionless boring second
as Pandora surely did promisingly reckon
his helplessness amidst her unavoidable charm
as she grabbed him upward with both his arms.
Hear all the hollering hoots and yelling
The maniac demons are surely explicitly telling
their story with their boisterous screaming
describing their complicit form of scheming.
Pandora is poignant when she profusely talks
about delving into her intriguingly nasty box
I can’t fight her when she’s proceeding
All my goodness is failing with evil succeeding
Hence I utter and submit my final complaint
while she taunts and raves and suddenly faints.
Insistent with her hardcore fresh demeanor
Look out as she’s becoming outrageously obscener
A malicious, luscious, and sumptuous daughter
is ready soon for the ultimate slaughter.
Rendering all men completely lascivious
simply because she is deliciously scrumptious.
Into the night we stroll lost in a daydream
vanished from the starlight and the moonbeams.
I have lost my senses and my somber rationale
In this fairy tale there is no virtual morale.