Another late night last night, not enough
Got through the day somehow on ten per cent
Fuel left in the tank, driving in a rough
Wilderness with mad savages who meant
To eat me alive, but made sure I went
Left and right, dizzying and dazzling, zoomed
Off just in time, having to pay no rent
Or get it bent or cracked leaving me doomed
And so once more the medicine was spooned
Which enables whole tablefuls of bluff
And turns intentions to smoke like incense
It rises til it's marooned on the moon
Making the world seem like it's on good stuff
And I feel like a clerk who comes from Kent
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