i woke up this morning

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i woke up this morning and bent to my task what is the point i wanted to ask every day like the one before lost and abandoned on a distant shore why must i eat why must i drink why must i breathe why must i think who left me here in this strange land without a map without a plan if i could find the ones to blame i would challenge them to a game a game with no players and no rules on an empty playground after school first prize a bottle of wine through a broken window the stars will shine