Tulip’s drunk, tulip’s drunk, tulip’s drunk again,
on the davenport.
Tulip’s braver than me,
morally at least halfway free.
Me I sandbagged my fellow unfortunates of different castes for billionaires bullies and authority they act like they’re something like me. I did cause it was easy. The torment of aging brown-nosed, guilt, vs the torment on a davenport negotiating neurosis and the unreliable day, I figured what’s the difference either way when we die we die alone anyway.