a Pantomime a Prank and a Blob

Verse 1 Softthslick on the corridor, green light pooled on tile A whisper in the vents — the blob extends a smile Clownlooms with a honk and a grin, makeup smeared like war Mime pads silent, white‑gloved hands, they close another door Pre‑Chorus Footsteps scatter, oxygen thins, the crew holds its breath Three absurdities collide — a slow march toward death Chorus Blob against the jester and the silent pantomime Mass of hungry, rubber teeth versus chaos in a rhyme Clown throws pies of diesel, mime traps air with glassy hands We’re stuck between the laugh and the thing that eats the lands Verse 2 Clown rigs flashbangs, sings a tune that sets the lights to blink Mime draws a prison in the air — no sound, no way to think Blob flows round the cargo hold, devouring cable and plate Clown flips detonators, mime erases doors with faint, cruel etiquette Pre‑Chorus Pressure drops, the gardens choke, alarms vomit their sound A pie, a silent wall, a soft and plodding mound Chorus Blob against the jester and the silent pantomime Rubber hunger, papier‑mâché and pantomime design One wants to swallow, one wants to jest, one builds invisible bars Crew runs the gauntlet of their tricks beneath the fractured stars Bridge Engineer with a zip and a torch, stitching seams of light Security sets a ring of fire, clowns juggle nitro bright Mime paints a trap with careful hands — the crew can’t hear the click Blob trembles, pulses, splits in half; a suction, sucking trick Instrumental break (percussive honks, wet slurps, mute trumpet) Chorus (escalate) Blob eats the boots and eats the racks; the clown laughs through the smoke Mime carves a cage that holds the mass — the crew will not be broke One last gag, one final shove, the blob recoils, then folds Clown takes a bow, mime erases footprints cold Outro Cargo hold a shattered stage — confetti, slime, and bone If anyone writes the report they’ll call it “entertainment gone wrong” But in the log it’s plain and clear: one laughed and one was mute The blob learned hunger is not a joke — the clown learned how to boot