Drifting purposeless meaningless
Fixed on never ending circles
Around and around we go
This old man he played one
He played nick knack on my drum
With a nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Home to the drum
The humdrum
The monotonous
The mundane
The all piercing, shuddering contaminating word
No, no, no!
I was born to live
I will not play that drum.


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