Somebody is crouching in a corner I’ve ignored   Since I was knee-high to an aunt I never met   There’s a therapeutic pillow on the floor   Beside the darker piece of wall that is continually wet   And I don’t know if I can see beyond the fingers of my hand   That I can dangle at my will before my face   And I’m not sure if I believe that there is nothing up my sleeve   It isn’t comfortable and happy in its place   For I am empty in my emptiness surrounds me and engulfs me   And I love it and its warmth and faint aroma make me smile   For being empty has potential, think of all the things to fill me   All the pregnant possibilities on trial   So shove your gleeful mug in my direction, heal my throbbing word erection   Take it in your mouth and try to smile   There’s a lot more where that came from and I know you’re disillusioned   Is a key to doors that wait expectant, mile on fucking mile   So take it all -- with a belly full of salt   Take it all -- ‘cause it’s totally your fault   Cringing at a joke I told while drunk and 41 years old   I wonder if there’s karma after all   But only for a second till I’m beckoned to a pattern   Then I doodled on the floor when I was small   And I don’t know if I can go as far as where I used to go   Without a thought for my own safety or of yours   And I’m not sure that if I went there that i’d like the buried treasure   That I hid beneath the crazed linoleum floor   For I am fearful and my fear is all around me and engulfs me   And I love it but its warmth and faint aroma make me sick   For my fear is all I recognize from when I was so little   My eyes were soft to every adult trick   So take my shriveled psyche, stretch it out between your fingers   Look through lenses made to magnify my soul   There is no more where that came from and I know your disillusion   Is a key to doors that all obscure that gaping fucking hole