Just imagine a kid lost his job
all he did was write and write never thinking very far
so he read and he wrote and he knew what was right
because he read to speak to you
so cleverly in the night
something aghast, something never seen before
was working hard as the bills hit the floor
no friends in sight, all marry or born
i disappear, 5 years, quacking the felt
but he stayed calm for his writing with no followers indeed
a monster from Jupiter is all i ever see
the press, they want a piece, turn it into a scandal
only baby ruth can handle the mantle
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