caught in the cookoo, covered in do do, no one to get thru to, tell me what would you do? a dust, a sprinkle, the passing of time, a wrinkle. a gas so divine. shout out to the void, who be staying annoyed, unemployed and out to avoid whomever whichever trendsetter vendetters they deem to be toyed. put my ancor down right in that trap and say this is me and that is that!