Where would I go to sleep
With my unkempt face
My tears of rain frogs
And katzenjammer gaze

Where would I rest my head
On what banquette or street
When I'm just a kiyoodle
In a world of hate

Where could I lay down
And rest in peace
When I'm just a 'blot on one's escutcheon
Laying couchant in disgrace

Where could I close my eyes
And slip slide away
Hidden in nolo contendere
Where could I disintegrate