the perfect word

I am not the object of a radiant woman's affection
I've bundled the five hundred fourteen memories together
and gone out to play in the rain
because the spider said everybody loves a happy face

terrific distraction terrific distractions
drinks, music, dancing in the center square
it makes me dizzy, it makes me humble
and the rat taught us that excess is dangerous

from uncle arthur's mouth, the memories fly
the laugh in is over, the laughing sounds ill
but I'm not some pig's person
the sort of person who confuses the two

my name is not sensible, it doesn't start with A
trembling might make my name joy
but like the doomed goose
I'll remain a groomsman for the rest of my life