I wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high, o’er vale and hill.
That voice inside, it spoke so loud,
I had to take another pill.

Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered weak and weary,
grinning wide but not too cheery…
Damn you, damn you, Timothy Leary!

In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
a stately pleasure dome decree.
Me, I live out in Oak Lawn.
Wish I were as rich as he.

Tyger, tyger, burning bright,
in the forest of the night.
Get it through your fuzzy head:
Tygers shouldn’t smoke in bed.

© David van Wert