Rancid journey with no outcome desirable
Damned if you do; don’t and vilification still
Fool on hill, feeds scraps to judgemental
Their prurient appetites fed; real story irrelevant
Fab quartet advocate nowhere man not to worry
Take his time and not hurry
Have patience till somebody else lends him a hand
World isn’t at his command, but know where you’re going.
He certainly has point of view
Two score years suppressed in ludicrous attempt to ‘fit in’
He still sits in his nowhere land
But no longer making nowhere plans for nobody.