Saw a monument that looked like a monument
Saw a crane the size of a crane, thought:

“things today seem like they really are –
but you never know when you’re kidding yourself,
do’ya?”

Saw an “abandoned” (that’s the word they use) umbrella
The size of my shoes

Saw a girl in the distance I thought was a bag
Blow across the road and
Then blow back

Breeze passed ‘n
Gave me a twirl

She was pretty,

black,

Plastic bag.

… and in the back of a car the size of a home,
This little pygmy felt so alone.

—-

Lifetimes from now, but just a passport away,
A large crowd of people celebrate a great day:
The reincarnation of Pygmy Rinpoche,
Who will sit on a mountain like it was a throne -
O this little pygmy will feel right at home.

—-

Now, it shattered my mind, the truth, when it came,
As it struggled to fit inside this pygmy’s brain;
How these two pygmies could be both one and the same.

But back in the present, I hope you’ll agree,
A pygmy folk hero is something to be.

Yes, a pygmy folk hero is something to be …
But if you want to be a pygmy
You’d better be small like me.