Sometimes I seem to just kind of fidget

Acting a little much like a mental midget

Drawn in by all that cosmic gravity

Caught up in a little too much depravity

Following down into the rabbit’s hole

Got one more night and one last show

The lights are on or so they swear

But no one’s home knowing what to wear

I guess maybe it doesn’t matter

And the questions in my mind are so much clatter

Going to the party thrown by the ole mad hatter

Grouped in social circles of inane chitter chatter

Where people talk too much without saying a thing

Wondering what sort of whine should I bring?