I have an inkling
That it would be good
To strip myself right back to the core
But how would I do such a thing
Would I have to give up
Family, friends, acquaintances
And what about the writing
Does that too have to be cast off
Along with the music and the movies
No more to hear Otis sing
Or to talk of past regrets
Also to forget about meditation
What goodness will this bring
To the new king without clothes
Neither a suitcase to pack them in
Take stock, of the wedding ring
You never had old lad
But don’t be sad, no not sad
Nod your head to cherishing
That would be a neat way
To conclude your drift
