Medusa, Medusa; your blood is all red;
It flows like a geyser- without your head.
It has soaked through the sheets, now their smell is of iron;
The pools ‘neath the mattress, ’ll coagulate by morn.
Medusa, Medusa- your hair is so plain;
Coiled round in an ‘up’-bun; an eye-covering bang.
Medusa, Medusa you’ve started to spoil
It’s our fault, it’s our fault, we’ve run out of foil.
You're prejudiced, your holiness, by what you’ve been fed;
Blessed are the ignorant, the Preacher said.
My roommate Medusa’s a bit out of sorts;
A stiff slug of gin will help her gather her thoughts.
It’s for the worst- of course- cause her thoughts have gone bad,
Several lives worth of torture've driven her mad.
Medusa, Medusa it’s happened, at last!
Medusa, Medusa, your life has gone past.