The perils of self-medication

The perils of self-medication

He's gone to New Mexico
wearing crystal baubles on his hat
a stammering hobgoblin
with UFO shit on his shoes.

Four children reared
almost unnoticed
while doing crossword puzzles
and selling cars.

He must have a brain tumor
but won't get it checked
down there in the desert
poking holes in the ground
talking to dead Indians.

When we get him back here
he'll have a lot to answer for...

That's what we're afraid of.