Solomon Grundy

Slumber not I tell my goons
Hustle till you see the moon
When the clouds are heavy
You take a break
Never despise your ribs
Watch out for daughters of Eve
Tactics still the same
Motives are constant
We are waiting for Godot
Day after day, night after night
All I see is the tree
I still brush my teeth
But for the beat, none of this matters
It only has weight and occupies space
Face the fact it’s a rat race
The rest is history or his stories
Just like Santa, it’s all banter
To keep the plot within the story