Miss Marylou Carreau

She caught the bug, she's having nightmares
 She bought a mug of bubbles from a bauble-hawker at the bazaar,
 supposedly an ex-czar from lands afar.
 Her paperback has been inspected
 She took it back, renouncing every syllable
 and carefully crafted clause
 they may call her daft,
 they may be calling her daft
 Her bodies a household, the fave of a race
 in tunnels and canyons, crave and savor the taste
 singing "Ah ooh, we love it here in famous Miss Marylou Carreau"
 The editor is incrementing
 her now ignored automatic attendent
 M.I.A. on the floor, amid discarded decor
 and pages torn.
 And we, the inhabitants,
 love it love it love it
 'cause she's shaking the world less
 the shaking the world so much less than before
 Miss Marylou Carreau Carreau
 Her bodies a household, the fave of a race
 in tunnels and canyons, crave and savor the taste
 singing "Ah ooh, we love it here in famous Miss Marylou Carreau"
 We are alive, we got her heart beat
 She's got a family, all fifteen flaws in the brain
 like everyone else we never get back