Operation

Carrying around a big bag of sad
A sad bag
Lumpy and bumpy
And kind of wet
Can't remember where I picked it up
Or why I can't put it down
Only it's stuck so's that I forget it's there
For a little while
But I can  smile 
in a dark alley 
behind Xmas 
after the party
Return my arm and you can have this bag
Return my leg and I'll scrub it clean
So that sad shines like sorrow and 
tomorrow glistens like Steam
Return my head and I'll sing a song
A long sailors song with suicidal versus that go on and on
Return my fingers and toes
And I'll build you a model of Rio de Janeiro

And I'll dance with all my limbs
In the muck of today
Spewing gurgling and frothing
Like a bag gone mad
A big bag of mad
that's never no more sad