To the nutcase
Who doesn't understand
The deep shit that he is in
Will not clear itself up
All he needs is a holler
To his alien friend
Who will come along
And offer a hand
To pull him out of the muck
And hose him down
Of all the vile mucus
That's grown on his insides
So he can breath again
And remember what it was like
Before he got stuck
In the quicksand
To set him free
In his endless sky
Where he could tap into
His own self again
And breathe in the purity
Of the vast Is
So he could wander away
To test another pit of death
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