To live this life so out of place,
an anachronism to take the proverbial cake.
Heigh-ho! I’m the rubber chicken.
Ha-Ha! I’m the whoopee cushion!
I am the rhinestone. (I am the diamond!)
I am the ox before the cart. (I am the cart…)
I am the hitchhiker climbing aboard and rolling in the hay with the farmer’s daughter.
I am the farmer. (I am his daughter!)
I am, don’t you know, the Miner
striking diamonds and casting them away in search of Authentic Rock.
I am the unsuited suitor,
and I say:
what use has the world for a rubber diamond chicken?
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