A man they call Desert Ram Is neither lost nor dead
In a cluttered maze he drills bogged down by rudimentary frills
He's merely stuck in a jam made worse by useless furniture tools
This man desires time for reflection
Presently drowned in others’ hoarding ambition
With allergies dour from some desert flower he lost half his power
Awaiting his next life tra…
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