I just want to help
And be so far away
Writing poetry novels
Adrift in the fray
Where the thirst is the worst
And the hunger is filling
And any a passerby
Is penicillin
For staring at living
Cloud shapes in the sky
In the valleys of Neptune
Is my apple pie
My American dream
Is a slice of New Yawk
And an edge of the earth
Talk the walk kind of chalk
In my linguistic lesson
The anti-depressin’
Limelight stealin’ Stalin’s
Best Gandhi impression