Feeling so lost completely alone..
Though surrounded not knowin which are dark and which are light..
Torn between what's within your gut and feel..
Left without words deep within experiencin the uunknown..
Those hands that once guided you have disappeared..
Uncertain of these feelings, emotions, and thoughts..
Clarity of any seems to be beyond your reach..
Now questionin and wonderin whether you were the jester..

Dorothy lurches like a ***** toward chastity below a queer Boston
church 'cause she's experiencin' a dwarfish fear of a lost-gun search
Dorothy Hamill scratches like a skin-diseased monkey, also she is a ****** and she eats rats & she swims in a swamp with 98 alley cats
& she is lousy with scabies & also she bit me to give me her rabies,
& than she ***** me lots of times to force me to have her 37 babies
during a snow storm while I was being stung by big killer grey bees
& after a mud slide, while I was being crushed by acres of bay trees