O verbal town of Kesey
& silent high school Brautigan
How deeply dark you dri-i-ip
Upon the green and greener fields
There's hope for bigger spli-i-iffs
Even though I don't imbibe
I feel the rising tide
so far so far from all the years
I did not li-i-i-ve h e r e
O little town of resumes
how quickly I must try-to-lie
subtracting university degrees
remembering the dank sky
under dumpster cover dark alleyways
of cedar, fir, and rhododendron
among the cheer and seamless fog
another year slipping aimless ly ly ly
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