My Name, My Number, My Face

I lost my marbles and my screws are loose I do the boogy-woogy when the sun sets I see sparkly stars looking up when I dance I dig them as they pulse and I work my arse I lost my marbles and my screws are loose I have breakfast cereal with orange juice I jump into my undies and turn up the funk I get absolutely groovy when the sun rises I lost my marbles and my screws are loose I doubt it would be worth it being serious I hear them telling me to get real, savvy? But I'll have no name, no number, no face No name, no number, no face to show In time, our identities may go Our works remain, the legacy we sow For the world to see, to reap, to know

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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