Out past the shimmer dome,
Where the ice cream towers weep chrome—
We ride the blue horizon,
He’s got that pompadour glow,
I’m packin’ four hooves below—
We gallop on dreamsicle stones
Hey now, Centaur in the Creamlands
Gallop past the lands that time forgot—
With licorice clouds and bubblegum brands
We chase the sun like it owes us a shot.
Ride on, Doug, point to the stars,
We’re sweethearts of the jelly war czars—
Centaur in the Creamlands,
The sky rains marshmallow runes,
Floral glyphs in sugarball monsoons—
Doug says, “This might be the place
Where Elvis rode a dream.”
He leans in tight, full of delight,
While I flex my equine might—
A centaur built from gym days
We left behind the normal boys
For molten fudge and plastic toys—
And every lick of air we breathe
Is whipped cream blessed with mythic speed.
No map, no plan, no earthly tether—
Just saddle sores and cosmic leather.
Hey now, Centaur in the Creamlands
Gallop through the lands of cherry rot—
Doug’s got a cone crown dream in hand
And I’m the beast that forgot how to stop.
Ride on, Doug, king of the sprinkles,
We’re fugitives from Saturday’s wrinkles—
Centaur in the Creamlands,
Where weird goes to bloom.
Ride on, boys, the sun’s a swirl—
And every hoofbeat saves the world.
Centaur in the Creamlands…
Yeah, we never touch the ground.
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