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   >>>   
   >>> "Wait Mister Postman"   
   >>   
   >> Now that one I know!   
   > Girl groups are fun to listen to!   
      
   Agreed.   
      
   >>   
   >>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>> And why use "portion" rather than "part"?  It just sounds false (like a   
   >>>> child attempting to use "big words").   
   >>>   
   >>> Dockery was merely a 22-year-old, just entering the 5th grade. He knew   
   >>> few words.   
   >>   
   >> And now at 65 (give or take), he's increased is vocabulary to   
   >> approximately 100 words. Go Donkey!   
   > Didn't Koko the Gorilla know more words than that?   
      
   I believe so... but gorillas are more intelligent than Donkeys.   
      
      
   >>   
   >>>> And just what part of what finish are you referring to?   
   >>>   
   >>> He meant Finnish.   
   >>   
   >> So he and his friends and family were carving up a Finnish exchange   
   >> student?   
   > That was Antii.   
      
   I'm glad someone was able to make good use of him.   
      
   >>>> Everything has suddenly become real (even though you had given no   
   >>>> previous indication that it was false, and even though you've failed to   
   >>>> even hint at what "real" and "everything" relate to), is meant to be a   
   >>>> false finish that never comes (and is, therefore, not a finish)?   
   >>>   
   >>> Yes.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> That would sound vaguely profound if it actually had any intelligible   
   >>>> meaning.   
   >>>   
   >>> You have words and music.  Do you need meaning too?   
   >>   
   >> Meaning can be overrated.   
   > Words mean whatever you want them to.   
      
   Spoken like a true Fragmentist!   
      
   >>   
   >>   
   >>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>  Now that the lights are going so low   
   >>>>>>>>>  the dimming glow   
   >>>>>>>>>  falls on my ego   
   >>>>   
   >>>> We have now arrived at the point in a Will Donkey poem, when I'm   
   >>>> inwardly screaming out "SHOOT ME NOW!!!"   
   >>>   
   >>> That's when his teachers committed mass suicide.   
   >>   
   >> No.  They committed mass suicide when they learned they'd be stuck   
   >> teaching him for another year.   
   >   
   > Thus "GED" appeared in the sky, saying "Go forth since you don't know   
   > how to multiply."  But Dockery fooled Him.   
      
   The "GED" should be ashamed of itself.   
      
   >>>> How does the dimming glow of some lights affect your speaker's ego?   
   >>>> Does he feel inconsequential at dusk?   
   >>>   
   >>> He is rhyming three consecutive lines.  It is vaguely reminiscent of   
   >>> "Leggo my Eggo."  The "so low" also refers to George Dance.   
   >>   
   >> Will has often credited waffles as his poetic inspiration.   
   > Random rhymes enliven even the most inane poems.   
      
   It's Will's nod to one of his biggest sources of inspiration: "Popeye   
   the Sailor Man."  (Yes, Will has actually cited him as one of his   
   biggest influences.)   
      
      
      
   >>>>>>>>>  now that I'm falling   
   >>>>>>>>>  into my morning   
   >>>>   
   >>>> So your speaker is still lying "here" (or, perhaps, "there") waking up   
   >>>> from contemplating returning to someone or something, and the lights   
   >>>> have suddenly dimmed?  Was there a brown out?   
   >>>   
   >>> He's also falling up or down.  Maybe into?   
   >>   
   >> Up, down, falling around, looping the loop and defying the ground!   
   > Is Dockery actually a hot air balloon?   
      
   That or a flying elephant.   
      
   >>>>>>>>>  here I am gazing into those   
   >>>>>>>>>  reflector eyes   
   >>>>   
   >>>> Is the (supposedly deceased) "you" he's been addressing actually lying   
   >>>> on the floor with him (not having "passed by" him at all)?   
   >>>   
   >>> Robot.   
   >>   
   >> Inflat-a-Mate.   
   > Those will be available soon, sitting on the bar stools at LeGents.   
   >>   
   >>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>  morning light   
   >>>>>>>>>  is blasting my head clean too.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> "Too"?  Too implies that he'd already told us about something else that   
   >>>> the morning light was blasting clean.   
   >>>   
   >>> Why does his head need to be cleaned?  We thought that was what the   
   >>> Brillo hair was for?   
   >>   
   >> Are you kidding?  Brillo picks up dust like nobody's business.   
   > Just add a little water (or liquor) and Brill hair suds up fine.  Brillo   
   > Head and Shoulders cleans heads and tails.   
   >>   
   >>   
   >>>> So... basically, the speaker had gotten drunk and/or stoned, passed out   
   >>>> either here or there, woke up contemplating whether he should return to   
   >>>> someone or something, rambled incoherently about how his life (or the   
   >>>> life of someone else) passed him by... until the morning lights dimmed,   
   >>>> blasting his head clean.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> Got it.  NOT!   
   >>>   
   >>> And fell down.   
   >>   
   >> And fell down over there... at the floor... over here.   
   > Was there a dirt floor at/in/on/under/atop the shed?   
      
      
   It was somewhere there, but who knows where/   
      
   >>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>  Morning's clearer   
   >>>>>>>>>  I've been forgetting it.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> Donkey, Donkey, Donkey [shakes head], always with the pronouns.  The   
   >>>> speaker has been forgetting what?   
   >>>   
   >>> Forgot to put his pants on?   
   >>   
   >> He had too much beer the night before and couldn't fit into them.   
   > What happened to the favorite dress that he mentioned?   
      
   Same thing that happened to 99.9% of his wardrobe -- he outgrew it.   
      
   >>>> And how can morning be "clearer" when it had never been described as   
   >>>> being "unclear"?   
   >>> He put his glasses on?   
   >>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>  Your thoughts seem to stream   
   >>>>>>>>>  like a highway   
   >>>>   
   >>>> Light streams.  Highways don't.   
   >>>   
   >>> He is rhyming "seem" and "stream."  So unexpected!   
   >>   
   >> At least this time it wasn't a dream.   
   > But Dockery never sleeps, so how can he dream?   
      
   The dream dates from 40-ish years ago.  Perhaps he was sleeping better   
   back then.   
      
   >>>> Who is the speaker addressing?  Himself?  The morning?  The unidentified   
   >>>> person whose "uncaused" and "untraced" life had passed him by?   
   >>>   
   >>> "All or nothing at all."   
   >>   
   >> Unclean heads never appealed to me.  If your head going to be dirt-ee,   
   >> then I'd rather have no head at all.   
   > He is referring to Stinky G.'s supposed Navy service, cleaning heads.   
   > Deep meanings.   
      
   Stinky wouldn't know a head if they swirlied him in one.  He thinks that   
   buses have latrines.   
      
      
   >> Two minutes later and the marbles were on the floor.   
   > Playing marbles on a ship would seem to be a self-defeating game.   
      
   Not if it's smooth sailing.   
      
   >>>>>>>>>  dimming lights seem to streak   
   >>>>>>>>>  like hitch-hikers.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> "Hitchhikers" is not hyphenated.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> Why would morning lights be dimming again?  Usually the ambient light   
   >>>> increases as the sun continues its ascent.   
   >>>   
   >>> The laws of physics work differently in Shadowville.   
   >>   
   >> Ah! Hence the shadows.   
   > There are shadows there day and night.  They don't need no sun.   
   >>   
   >>   
   >>>> And why are the hitchhikers streaking?  I realize this was written in   
   >>>> the 70s when streaking as still a thing, but I don't believe that the   
   >>>> two (hitchhiking and streaking) went together.   
   >>>   
   >>> "Sweet Hitchhiker   
   >>> We could make music at the Greasy King   
   >>> Sweet Hitchhiker,   
   >>> Won't you ride on my fast machine?" - Creedence Clearwater Revival   
   >>   
   >> Ethel?  Is that you, Ethel?   
   > Call her Mildred.   
      
   Say it isn't so, Mildred!  You put your clothes on!   
      
   >   
   >>   
   >>>>   
   >>>> And even if there were dim streaks of light in your "here" (or,   
   >>>> possibly, "there"), how does dim light recall a hitchhiker (naked or   
   >>>> dressed)?   
   >>>   
   >>> "A thumb goes up, a car goes by   
   >>> It's nearly one A.M. And here am I   
   >>> Hitchin' a ride, hitchin' a ride" - Vanity Fare   
   >>   
   >> I hitched a ride from a Richard Pryor looking guy   
   >> He didn't have a car, so we didn't get very far   
   >> Which is neither here nor there, though I'm sure we got somewhere.   
   >>   
   >> From "Shambles."   
   > That was written by Drive-By/Jim Senetto.   
      
   The original, yes.  I was quoting from the version that Will   
   plagiarized.   
      
   >>>>>>>>>  When does this dream end?   
   >>>>   
   >>>> WHEN DOES THIS GODAWFUL POEM END???   
      
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