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Jun 18, 2008 1:56pm

Thanks to my family
I'm bummed about my comedy
they just don't believe in me
they don't think I'm funny

So I ride the transit 69
where I begin to get high
I'm a total mess
I gotta confess
I'm in disbelief and distress

My plans now are to be permanently intoxicated
eternally wasted
my eyes forever dilated
and my mind begins wanderin'
my existence I begin ponderin'

Oh God, why ever did you make me?
Am I fulfilling my destiny?
Is my comedy meant to be?
Can my career ever be an actuality?

Now this feelin' is strange
my reality's encountering change
I'm movin' on to another plane

It's a new sensation
floating above the constellations
it's all so ephemeral
my surroundings are ethereal
Is it just a dream?
Or do I stand before his majesty?

Oh God, why ever did you make me?
Am I fulfilling my destiny?
Is my comedy meant to be?
Can my career ever be an actuality?

"To be funny is merely all I wish of thee,
a entertainer, a truth teller, that is what your meant to be."
In our meeting of brevity
that was all he said to me

And after some pretty lights paraded
our worlds suddenly separated
but my mind is recalibrated
and I feel rehabilitated