The words are meaningless, the outlook tired
Harder, softer Need a cushion on the floor
Nose to nose with man’s best friend in mind
sniffing hairs and tidbits left behind
Down here its another world
(and we are free) draining cups of lukewarm coffee.
leaning on each other for support
We right ourselves in our rapport
And live to fight another day
Hurrah for us. Hurrah. Hurrah. Hurrah.