Recycled

Don't tell me I'm not authorized.
I've already done it dozens times,
traveled the night beyond vertigo space,
passed through holes of every descript,
rabbit holes, peep holes and key holes, too,
wired and juiced, geared and tightly wound
Electric chairs?
I've sat on a few.
It's the same old trip on a different plane.

Last night on the prowl,
I stumbled upon a gentleman's bar
where I was admitted and seated up front.
Imagine my blush. What if my cover were blown.
Fortunately my hair was cut short, infantry style
and my breasts, they were perfectly flattened.
All in all, I looked like an underfed boy.
The waitresses were gazelles very straight laced
I'd say, they looked as if they needed a taxidermist's makeover
On stage was a rhino of mafioso proportions
who cracked jokes about crocks breaking wind underwater
Hey, if there's one thing I'm not --- it's green!

I was most recently born in 2008
and on other dates between then and an exit,
during the Battle of Vicksburg
where a Yankee gunner blew off my head
Happily, beyond vertigo space
there's no want of spare body parts
So here's Johnny, back on the mark
This time around, as Joannie Mitchell,
nicely reassembled, thank DNA for that!