a funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade  a saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid  whittled with an exacto knife  plum right through my load bearing wall  I'm horrified now that I could do such a thing  but I thought I saw the singer    I've heard those chimes so many other times  but if I gave in, it had to of been  I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon  since I gave in, it had to of been  since I gave in, I hope it had to been    I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist  I might be a subrealist, but I can't substantiate  it was bigger than me and I felt like a sick child  dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle