Is a man.
Is a grue man.
Lives in a sack
(A bleen sack),
Deep in a hot skip,
In a dusty quarry.
Vast.
No one know grue man.
No one can.
He lives at one with
himself.
Sacked in a hot skip -
Quarry-way.
Somewhere nowhere.
Vast.
Skipped, sacked, tight
in a womb,
In a hot, dusty quarry.
Vast.
Doesn't know what to
do.
What he got?
Nothing much.
Spends his day thinking
'bout other sacks -
Slightly better sacks.
Sacks better than his
own.
Nothing much happens
In his bleen sack,
In a hot skip,
In a dusty quarry.
What he got?
Nothing much.
Today went and came
Wi'out any ado.
Much like yesterday -
Wi'out any ado.
He counted the flea -
One by one.
Day come. Day go.
Nothing happen.
Nothing can.
Count the flea.
Nothing happen much.
Day come. Day go.
Vast. Nothing.
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