And just before she punched me in the face she asked me who the f*ck I am

I couldn’t find an answer to the question so got a couple of blows to my temple and my chin

To my temple and my chin

Said, “I am sorry, lady? As if I never asked the same myself

But your Zen technique is outdated. Now will you pardon me

I wanna go somewhere else, I’m gonna go somewhere else”

And hastened to clear off from the scene of shame and laughter

While words “You think you’re a smart-ass?” were splattered at my back

And honestly that woman although possibly drunken

Did know some things about me I wish I could hold back

Well, she roamed off eventually

Cropped pants, unbuttoned jacket

Without a hat in minus eight

I hope she’s feeling better now

At least somewhere warm and sleeping without dreams

Forgetting nasty things she’s done and said

Yet I’m obliged to her for blowing up my little bubble of existence

For the reminder

That Universe is blind but making fun of me and making fun of you

Just smashing our heads against each other

Well, I will play along its lines as long as I am living

And will take a part myself in this crazy circus act

And I will play along its lines as long as I am living

And will take a part myself in this crazy circus act

That we call human tragicomedy