That one feeling that you feel sad but you can't cry,
That one feeling that you are losing yourself,
But... you just can't talk about it,
You feel like you're losing yourself but you can't help it ...
(With apologies to the singer of the “Song of the Banjo”.)
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost;
I haven't got a “vox humana” tone,
And a dime or two will satisfy my cost.
I don't attempt your high-falutin' flights;
I am more or less uncertain on the key;
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