Fucking buddy had no clue.
And no clue about his cluelessness.
His mint intellect was so damn useless.
Life was a rained out bluesfest.
Cause and effect had left the building.
In their wake, they left no inkling.
No Aha! and no eyes twinkling.
The lights weren’t on.
Nobody was home.
Buddy was outback all alone.
With a stranger’s arm on his armrest.