Fiddlin' About // No Encore
Little did i know that i knew
so very little, & soon as i knew
how little i could know, the stink
in the swamp was rising in a
methane glow, (Little and slow
we'd have to go, going past
gone, then somewhat more.
Little little was the pussycat;s fiddle (when for really there was no
(such of a fiddle at all a'loud).
once again, i looked so little that I may as well have naught looked the
least fiddlingly of any (of 'em).
So what the hell can you do? We've already fiddled while Rome burned.
( Can't do much better'n that with a ratchet nor a pillow.)
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