Song of the Loner
Wolfyboy you're at it again
Trying to play pretend like
You're something better than these folks
To you I say
Take another toke!
Have another smoke!
Be the dirty bloke you are meant to be
And then you'll see
What life's all cracked up to be
Addicts of the round table are gathered today
Always peculiar in their ways
This one has a twitch
That one has an itch
And this boy has a stitch
And this girl flicks a switch
And it's all gone in an instant
They've all fallen victim
To the heartless game of profiteering-
The productengineering of deathly herbs
And they all swerve
-out into traffic
Obliterated by God's madness
How could he let this
hap
pen?
To that I say
Take another toke!
Say another joke!
With no badness there would be no sense of perfection
There would be no erection
Either in a city of France
Or beneath your underpants
It would all be a blob of grey
So what the hey-hey I say!
Do away with somber days and your
Melancholy ways
Shed this imperfection
Now comes your insurrection
Usurp the throne
Cast away your scraggly beard
Become the Youth forever more
Be a person that you would adore
God could ask for nothing more
Than for you to explore
Out of the curiosity and kindness of your heart
This is only the start
Like a most pleasant fart
Fermenting into a form of art
That is unwittingly wafted
And so the horse is before the cart