Why Do I

I got hip to religions from Confucius to Camus.

I've thumbed through the Quran and the Kama Sutra too.

Why do I feel so very much alone?

I've studied Dostoevsky, Playboy, Nietzsche and Macbeth.

I can't believe Spinoza cause I'm Kissingered to death.

Why do I feel so very much alone?

Well I've been Burroughed and I've been Craned

Santayanaed and Mark Twained

Bucked, Faulknered and Hawthorned,

Steinbecked, Whitmaned and Melbourned

Why do I feel so very much alone?

I change the channels on the tube.

I drink until my liver's lubed.

I lose my mind almost every night

I keep the razors out of sight.

Why? Do I feel so?

I'd like to dream but I can't sleep.

The phantoms in my brain they keep

Telling me I'm not at home.

How I wish I had a phone.

Why? Do I feel so?

Now I have plenty of so-called friends

But they bore me in the end.

It must be in my chromosomes

All this weariness I own.

Why do I feel so?