Deep in the heart of U-town lurks the plazoid
At the bus stop , he’s the fellow you want to avoid
Of any work ethic he’s completely devoid
Its not hard to see why he is chronically unemployed
On his bongos he plays “Into the Void”
Got a Chinese symbol tattooed on his left trapezoid
Authority figures always make him paranoid
On a Guatemalan blanket his glass pipes are deployed
If you dont give him spare change he’ll get mighty annoyed
He’ll rant about how ” you’re a fascistic consumerist droid “
He’ll make you wish your smell sense was null and void
When he finally slouches away it’s hard not be overjoyed
He would be a fascinating case study for Sigmund Freud
The Doc would say: “He blew his mind on too much Pink Floyd”