It dances through my brain like a parade,
Sliding through my ears; its slick
Paws and quick claws hand me no aid,

My contemplations to ribbons; I said
‘My dear, I believe I feel sick,’
It dances through my brain like a parade,

All contrast and sharp ends; it likes to raid
My thoughts and cling and stick,
Paws and quick claws hand me no aid,

Murmurs of malice; oh what I’d trade
For a more comfortable mind, no crick,
It dances through my brain like a parade

The beasts will carry on their charade,
Masquerading; under the trick
Paws and quick claws hand me no aid,

Not what I signed for; not for what I bade
There is no high, no hype, no trip, no kick,
It dances through my brain like a parade,
Paws and quick claws hand me no aid,