The higher we soar

The coffee machine isn't working
And my back is soaking
Wet and you wonder
Is it the power strip?
The microwave isn't responding
Either and I unplug
And switch sockets and accidentally
Turn off the fridge
And a new light on the hall
Convinces me we had
Suffered an outrageous
Power outrage but again
I was wrong, it was you
Dummy, confusing my
Late night detective plumber cruisin'
You are messing up my conclusions
Poltergeistzing the evidence
That there is still more than
Just something going on between us
When you laugh the way you do
And I keep telling you, let me go
Let me go, oh let me go!!!!

I'm supposed to be writing
Instead of fooling around
Fighting off the elements of
A household stand-off
With a dishwashing resolution
After all
Cooking, eating and keeping
The windows clean
And shopping carts and shopping baskets
For your shopping convenience
(please don't take them out to the bus stop)
And civilized relationships
With neighbors
Are not things
That true artists like myself do
We live in a higher plane, you know?
We live in art, we don't shit, we don't fart
We are special like diamonds, like caviar
We can't bother ourselves with the vulgar
Activities of a the common men
I'll say it again
I live in a higher plane
When I lock myself up in the toilet
Turn the water on, pull the foil out
Lip the straw, finger the intricate mechanism
Of a contraption that sparkles and releases gas
To produce a flame, that placed on the right place
Will melt a certain substance and release its artistic
Fumes for a true artist to inhale and help him not care
For a little bit that seen under a different light
There is a the slight possibility
He is nothing more than
Yeah
The higher we soar...