Waddle, waddle, waddle; at full throttle.  Squeaking up a roar.

Slamming, in a silent way, almost every open door.

Dawdle, dawdle, dawdle; coo and coddle.  Virtues of a whore.

Never learning how to play but always keeping score.

Model, model, model; ship in bottle.  Seeking out a shore.

Life is only just today.  Not after or before.

 

Rumble, rumble, rumble; belly grumble.  Breaking for a fix.

Deciding indecision when it's time to call it quits.

Mumble, mumble, mumble; feeling humble.  Empty bag of tricks.

In need of some religion and a lot of politics.

Stumble, stumble, stumble; trip and tumble.  Cross the River Styx.

Blinded by a vision of the future it predicts.

 

Gentle, gentle, gentle; swollen pimple.  Tender and it hurts.

Squeezing brings on some relief when it pops and then it spurts.

Mental, mental, mental; slow and simple.  Cultural perverts.

With the honor of a thief, disaster winks and flirts.

Rental, rental, rental; gods and temple.  Slogans on t-shirts.

And the crux of the belief is that everyone converts.

 

Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle; dance in middle.  Shoes made of cement.

Following without a lead, a purpose or intent.

Brittle, brittle, brittle; sung through spital.  This lyrical lament.

From the chains that all are freed when all of life is spent.

Riddle, riddle, riddle; with a little, tantalizing hint.

If every want fulfilled a need.  Would the sated be content?