Pulling Yarns

The chosen ones
 With the punctured lungs,
 And all the rest
 With deflating breasts
 After long and dull debate
 Decided that it would be best
 To scatter ounces for the feast
 And hope these ailments would cease.
 Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...
 Lucy and her next of kin
 Sacrificed the Hoopty Twins
 To the god of halibut and fins,
 But when the stench took to the winds
 The styes marched onward singing hymns
 That sounded more like battle cries.
 Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...
 The Shock Board of Glamour-
 They struck the truth down with their hammers
 Till skies turned green.
 Organ donors please beware
 That the goings-on going on here
 Are triple threat to the fancy fare
 Who live each day with the lasting fear
 That one day when they're dying they will realize that they've missed it all.
 Hey, pulling yarns from the stockings of the sky...