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.