Feather Vic Chesnutt

Chaos
Or is it preordained
Glorious Glockenspiel
Or vain, hideous game

Party
Such a lonely host
Playing with paper dolls
No
Nothing approaching a peer group

Fill us full of wonder
A feather at a wall
Mixing the miasma
Almighty alchemist
Wholly self-serving

Arty
But hardly a victimless stunt
Forming
So spontaneous
All alone and eager

To
Show the converted who's boss
Really
O, so rather sad
All that trouble gone to