ARROWROOT
Why do I stand here in a desert of slime,
the wandering eye in the dung-heap of
time? My entrenched form of thinking
brings me nothing but but woe. Yes I
cannot change that, and so it will go.
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That will stand as my refrain, and I'll use
it here over and over. You may join in as
we recite - of, like the cat, you can stay
aloof and just rub your back along
the living room wall.
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Why do I stand here in a desert of slime,
the wandering eye in the dung-heap of
time? My entrenched form of thinking
brings me nothing but woe. Yet, I
cannot change that, and so it will go.
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The carnage I keep reading about now only
makes me wonder more : why is this creeping
'Mankind' such a lugubrious race? Picking
up the dead from every street corner, amid
pizza and pastry debris in a haste.
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Why do I stand here in a desert of slime,
the wandering eye in the dung-heap of
time? My entrenched form of thinking
brings me nothing but woe. Yes, I
cannot change that, and so it will go.
-
Several have been the servants of time - we
read of them biblically, intoning their words
in some classical rhyme. A scheme of nothing,
really. No matter their claims, they all died
just as well : Jeremiah and Ezekiel too?
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Why do I stand here in a desert of slime,
the wandering eye in the dung-heap of
time? My entrenched form of thinking
brings me nothing but woe. Yet, I
cannot change that, and so it will go.
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