Afternoons And Coffeespoons

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with x-rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order... I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pa*s by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi