Punky Tea Party

It’s 12:30 A.M. and it’s high time for a punky tea party
For although it’s a blizzard outside
All the ghouls and dolls are invited
Bubble boil the caldron brew

Heat the waters to ninety-five degrees centigrade
On the good advice of sagely Shinku
And dig out of the pantry’s tea bag armada
A box of Celestial Seasonings Nutcracker Black Tea

I pour the waters in my elegant red and white teapot
And pour the tea in an inelegant black coffee mug
I shall have to pick up matching cups one fine day
But the tea tastes remarkable all the same

Four spoons of sugar and a foxshare of gingerbread men
And I watch Craig Ferguson as he bobs and weaves
But afterwards turn off the television screen
As Oprah’s advice is something I can live without

I kickstart my iTunes playlist with Massive Attack
And enjoy The Cure, the Cocteau Twins, and The Clash
Contemporary New Wave and freshly dug graves
Courtesy of the Post-Punk and Deathrock revivals

I ponder Tim Burton again in the cinema
And notice on the coffee table an article
About his favorite films, which is good
Because I grew up always watching his

I consider his Alice and the politics of nonsense
For her Adventures in Wonderland is what I lately read
I think about all the headless horsemen
As they shamelessly masquerade as Paul Revere

But what I need
And what my friends need
And what my country needs
Is a right good punky tea party