Ossining - Mike Doughty

Put my faith in the price of mud

And my lord shall match the pounds

Ten thousand days and a night spelunking

Kill my years in the lightning round

Confound it

Why not

Seek Ossining

These threes and foursomes

Abounded

Why not

Seek Ossining

This time around?

No, not a maze, but like blazed-out inner star

Disclosed completely in a plain film canister