PORTIA

A Byrds type production for sure PORTIA Portia my dear you are someone I can’t figure out One minute you’re on then the next you’ve become quite devout Your cult I engaged with a mind laid open to all But you and your ideal were changed by one telephone call You’re enthralled by phenomena out on the edge Things mystical weird and devine - Your life is a trip to enshrine Portia your health you embrace with a passionate zeal Colonic lavage and a mantra to chant as you heal You’ve seen a UFO and you’ve spoken with little green men You’ve traveled in time yesterday you were back at age ten You’re easily led by the things that are said You’re certain to take it on board - you’re so gullible I’m appalled Convention to you is a lie perpetrated By corporate greed and a senate with hands in the till Subpoenaed by Goths to abhor logical thought You’re anti-Einstein and the whole of the Kinsey report You’re enthralled by phenomena out on the edge Things mystical weird and devine your life is a trip to enshrine Portia my dear it is time for me to pull out the rug Your soul isn’t real and you’re using my love as a drug