Anancastic Ogre

There is no Help in Yoga. He’s an anancastic Ogre
There is no Help in Yoga. He’s an anancastic Ogre
He is no Master Yoda. He’s an anancastic Ogre
There is no Help in Yoga. He’s an anancastic Ogre

Ogre clumps into the Kitchen, shows his beamy Grin
From the Gaps between his Teeth hang ghastly Scraps of Skin
Sweet and cute Prey Animals are breaking out in Sweat
Ogre likes them raw and wriggling, biting off their Head

Ogre plunges all his Rivals into Grief and Sorrow
Ogre kicks the other Cookie Monsters off the Tableau

Ogre is a fatty King-Baer, holds his cruel Command
All his Servants are in Fear of his distressing Chant
If a Servant by Mistake dissects the Food too fast
Ogre throws a Tantrum and his Mind gets to a Blast

Ogre screams a blue Streak and demands a total Restart
Ogre has a great state-of-the-art Dictator-Heart

His Heart is dancing Pogo: He’s an anancastic Ogo
His Heart is dancing Pogo: He’s an anancastic NoGo

Ogre riots in the kitchen, throwing Fork and Spoon
Through his Rant he’s coming close to falling in a Swoon
Eggs are bursting while he’s acting like an evil Djinn
Every String is ripping at the Devils Violin

There is no Help in Yoga. He’s an anancastic Ogre

Ogre causes total Chaos, throws the Food around
While it’s hailing Curses in a shrill and shocking Sound
Ogre complains stubbornly, he cannot settle down
Ogre is the most annoying Aggro Beast in Town

Two Attendants grasp him and transport him to a Rage Bench
That’s all you can do to such a strange, choleric Crank

There is no Help in Yoga. He’s an Anancasmo