Purity and Mayhem

There is a place on distant shore where purity and mayhem mingle.
Purity says "its Christmastime" and mayhem, "Who's Kris Kringle"

They dance their dance through the days laughing and then crying,
but I engaged them anyway, losing assured - yet still trying.

Purity is the pure white steed, the mythical unicorn
and mayhem is her leather chaps, double stitched and well adorned

I happened upon them both one day, whilst one was wearing the other
I was traveling far away, taking danishes to my mother

At first they seemed a happy lot, and so I accepted their offer
To ride the canyons, and the lane, and their path untold

Purity and I rode together, singing and discussing philosophy,
through the meadows and mountian pass ours was a sweet soliloquy

Purity is all good things - she is peacefulness and empathy. She is candle light, fine red wine, dry feet in the pouring rain. She is diamonds, and reading, and aloe vera to take away the pain. She is sickless winters, she is flatless tires, she is the Beach Boy's Kokomo - she is your favorite jeans, and indoor plumbing, and a clean rest room when you've really got to go.

She and I were meant together, like my sister if a unicorn could be
and yet the chaps they remained and they were bent on duty

The chaps - full of sorrow, full of mischief, and full of ruckus
love to throw us off and offer truffles

Mayhem loves pollution and synthetics, it loves obesity and electronics
it likes elevators and acid rain and the facade that is the Muppets

Mayhem is the author of, all that shouldn't be - the IPAD, and Walmart, and almost all of cable TV. Mayhem revels in pairless socks, in traffic jams, and disasters. It stubs your toes, it breaks your bones, it makes you fight at Fuddruckers. It is unpleasantness twenty fold - it is your dirty dishes.

The black leather chaps always linger, trying to slow purity down
She and I ride through the peaks and pure white snow, searching for the crown

But mayhem only leads us to, the dark and dank slippery places,
try as we may, he always seems, to be right there in our faces.

And so and so... we'll fight today, we purity and mayhem,
we'll whisper to you as you go
and
then
we
know
you'll

listen.