DaddyLongLegs

Sometimes I feel like that old daddylonglegs shedding his skeleton just like a layer of skin, on a bottle of aftershave, up on that window sill.  And if I could shed just one layer of skeleton, a closet of secrets that don’t really amount to much more than a layer of skin, just like that skeleton that old daddylonglegs left up on the aftershave, and it wasn’t an afterthought, I think that he planned it out, just so I might see me, shed my philosophy up on that window sill, next to my aftershave. And sometimes I feel like that old daddylonglegs shedding his skeleton like an old layer of skin, getting a little thin, and just a little old, and old daddylonglegs must be my kin.