In the morning, I put on my breakfast hat I was hanging out with an acrobat I swept the floor, I dirtied my shoes Broke the law and drank some booze Had a cop ask me, "Where are you now?" And the plagiarist finished his book From Kerouac, he had took A desolation vision mode, destination on the road Movie rights have been sold Jazz sounds I was talking to a diplomat She was sorry for a Democrat When you have no spine, what can you do? Cannot walk, cannot move Sit quietly when everyone's loud In the evening, I had a Pepsi nose I was bleeding all over my clothes Aw, potent thoughts and impotent dreams Watered-down pissing streams Socially protected human beings Reality clowns