Undercover immig dicks spy on public works digs, then bonus visa...
But I'm suffering a jet-lug and my map's upside down
As Jesus & Mary Chain are just loogin on this plain plane 
I pray to Saint Mungo and Saint Augustine of Hippo,
Flaying like a mostly conceived portmanteau,
Smuggling women's toes, skin of rhinos and quickly vicious refreshments,
Snugglewotoes, skirhi & quivirefré & mo’ complicated mnemonic devices – 
I still don't know who, what or where I am – 
Lalaists’ made-up paroles more convincing than languages – 
Shem & Shaun, Cain & Abel, Tweedledee & Tweedledum, dialectic
Da eye ‘n icicle, pee ‘n peel, bee in Beezlebub, why ‘n syzygy,
Double blessing, Jack's Wish, Lovely Lady, Precious Time = roses' names. 
Suddenly, the language of moonlight butterflies beating their wings
Then my dog feels nostalgic for the Garden of Eden.