There's a spectre in the corner of an illustrated page 

And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze 

The poverty of his language & the wealth of his emotion 

Bring him endless murky musings & unexpected frustration 



Angst & madness weave the fabric of his life 

Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like 

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There's a panther wild & proud behind the doors of a redolent cage 

And an undeveloped intellect filled with impotent & static rage 

And don't think you're exempt if you earn a good weekly wage 

Just cos your neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious! 



I know there's so much you want to say 

But your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like 

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I know there's so much you want to say 

And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way 

It's the same for everybody to degrees 

We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like 

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