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How many pirates you know
got this same fork full of knowledge
Knowing is more of a game than most people let on
I know a lot of stuff that is completely useless
in an information age
And you got to know so much to get any credit
for anything
So here we are stumbling around with ideas
A bird squawks
I look out the window
What an unusually reddish black bird it is
It seems to be dismantling something in the grass
I go back to my writing
and the next thing I know I've fallen into deep dreams
Here I am floating in a shore less ocean
I am wearing a diaper
I am completely alone
Not a cloud in the sky
The sun is beating down
I am getting very burned
The beer in my hand is very cold