Another waking up Saturday morning feeling eccentric

Slow drips of caffeine sips making my world concentric

Love to say I was feeling the part of a royal descendent

But, I will say that my path some times seems transcendent

Laughing at how a third world tamale can make me smile

Even while walking across a thousand deserted miles

Or is that just the dust in my overused bit of mind

Where I dredge through cobwebs and dust left behind

Doing my best to walk around the elephant in the cage

Not having enough energy to deal with his plausible rage

Laugh by the liter hoping for a pint while listening to song

Somehow certain of the uncertainty of where I belong

The hostess says she has a word or to two for the likes of me

Sometimes I wonder if she’s just helping me with my legacy