But where the hell is it? --it won’t be the same
I’m still trudging on,
Feeling alone and forlorn
Getting madder and madder
Just like the Mad Hatter
My friend tells me please, to
“Stop all the chatter”
But I feel that I won’t
I must sense of this make
Like the bow on a ship
I am leaving a wake
Moving steadily forward
Through endless sea
With no getting off
But lots of places to pee
If I knew why
If I knew that
I think I’d feel better
Knowing right where I'm at
But I am left wondering
From dusk until dawn
Why the heck I am here
And the card I have drawn
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