'Tis easy to blind a starving man 
With delightful desert desserts 

A sandy blonde mirage 
Of tender fawn flesh 

But the reality of a rubber biscuit 
Is seldom so sweet 

The vision of cold crystals 
Seldom so soft 

The feathery flesh of the fantasy 
Lingers 

And I follow the oasis 
Deeper 
Into the desert