Johnny Marx your mother’s calling and the sky is thin and your vowels have defeated you even at the point of articulation. Johnny Marx come come because you’re God again — third time this week — and everyone’s asking what your name really is. If you answer, if you tell, if you so much as think you really know, well there goes the Theophany everybody bought tickets for. Now how do you like that? Do you really think it’s a good idea to disappoint all these decent people?
Johnny Marx, your Theophany is waiting
