I built the boat and waited for the rain;
I loaded all the animals with haste.
The state declared me legally insane,
surrounded by the heaps of fecal waste.
They locked me up and let the beasts go free.
My wife divorced me, took the kids and cash.
This isn’t how it was supposed to be
and now my mind is leaning toward a crash.
I’m staring through a window lined with bars;
some drool escapes my gaping mouth and lips.
I wonder what’s become of all the stars
and drum like thunder with my fingertips.
I’ve been in here for forty days and nights.
Will somebody turn off the god-damned lights!

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