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Once upon a nightclub sounding, while I hard-stepped, hot and pounding,
Over many a loud and pulsating record of musical lore --
While I twinkled, nearly tripping, suddenly there came a coughing
As of someone gently snorting, snorting b'hind the bathroom door.
"Tis some kandy-kid," I muttered, "snorting b'hind the bathroom door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I recollect it was a strange idiolect
And every seperate dialect turned to dance upon the floor--
Sadly I thought of the morrow;-- vainly my friend had sought to borrow
From myself encased by sorrow -- sorrow for my lost Eeyore--
For the plush, depressive donkey whom A. Milne named Eeyore--
Tail-less here forevermore.
And the bumping, hard-house ballet action of the gourmet d.j.
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic urges never felt before.
Even though, through the beating of the song, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some kandy-kid treating himself b'hind the bathroom door--
Just some kandy-kid treating himself b'hind the bathroom door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my lungs felt stronger; hesitating then no longer
"Hey," said I, "You there, truly your addiction I implore;--
But the fact is I was dancing, and I noticed you 'enhancing'
And so quickly you'll start trancing, trancing b'hind the bathroom door;
And someone's waiting in line" -- Here I opened wide the door;--
A toilet there and nothing more.
Deep into that toilet peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing;
Doubting, thinking thoughts no junglist ever tried to think before;
But the music was unbroken, and the strobe light gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered name "Eeyore?"
This I whispered, and the toilet murmured back the word, "Eeyore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the main room turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a snorting somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," I said, "surely there is something in the vent beneath me.
Let me see then, underneath me, and this mystery explore --
Let the crowd be still a moment and this mystery explore; --
'Tis the vent and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the bathroom, when, hit by smoke and hot strong perfume,
Out slumped a sickly raver of the old school days of yore;
Not the least attention paid me; not a minute danced or stayed he,
But with the mien of someone shady; sat outside the bathroom door--
Sat upon a chair of metal with his feet right near the door--
Slumped and sat, and nothing more.
Then this white-nosed kid beguiling my tired fancy into smiling,
By the colorful decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy hair be green and purple, thou," I said, "must snort no herbal,
For it creates a verbal hurdle most certainly, I am sure--
Tell me what thy name is, and where you bought your cat meds furthermore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly teen to hear discourse so plainly,
Though his answer not much meaning -- tiny relevancy bore;
For I cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing kid outside the bathroom door;
Kandy-kid upon a metal seat outside the bathroom door
With such a name as "Nevermore."
But the raver, sitting lonely on the crooked chair, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour;
Nothing farther then he uttered -- not an eyelash then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other kids have K'd before--
By the last song you will leave here, as we all have left before."
The boy replied, "Nevermore."
Startled by the rhythm broken by a new set roughly woken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what he utters is his only stock and store;
Caught in some unyielding k-hole, senselessly bringing to him a goal,
Followed fast and followed faster till his head one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore'"
But the raver still beguiling my tired fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of kid and bathroom door.
Then upon the porc'lain sinking, I betook myself to linking
Druggy unto druggy, thinking what this old school kid of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and passing-out kid of yore
Meant in mumbling "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing,
To the boy whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the back wall's velvet lining that the lightsticks gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining that the lightsticks gloated o'er,
Eeyore shall press nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, someone lit a stick of cancer,
Puffs of angel dust whose sparkles swept across the littered floor --
"Wretch!" I cried, "To your home take thee -- because your drugs thoroughly baked thee--
Respite -- respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Eeyore;
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Eeyore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
"Junkie!" said I, "thing of evil! -- Junkie still, if man or devil!--
Whether heaven bent, or whether home life tossed thee here ashore-
Desolate yet all undaunted, on these chemicals enchanted,
In this club, officer haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- there sanity in your head? -- Tell me -- Tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
"Junkie!" said I, "Thing of evil! -- Junkie still, if man or devil! --
By the lasers that flash above us -- by the song we both adore --
Tell this kid who's bracelet baring, if, because of someone caring,
I shall find my depression faring stuff'd donkey named Eeyore--
Find my depression faring stuff'd donkey named Eeyore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, boy or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get thee back to dancing, far from the bathroom furthermore!
Leave no white trail as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken--
Leave my jungle music unbroken! -- Leave the seat next to the door!
Take thy eyes off the ceiling, and take thy form from bathroom door!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
And the raver, never blinking, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the metal chair at the club just outside the bathroom door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the light-show o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor --
And this boy from out the bathroom that has trash all o'er the floor--
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
Over many a loud and pulsating record of musical lore --
While I twinkled, nearly tripping, suddenly there came a coughing
As of someone gently snorting, snorting b'hind the bathroom door.
"Tis some kandy-kid," I muttered, "snorting b'hind the bathroom door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I recollect it was a strange idiolect
And every seperate dialect turned to dance upon the floor--
Sadly I thought of the morrow;-- vainly my friend had sought to borrow
From myself encased by sorrow -- sorrow for my lost Eeyore--
For the plush, depressive donkey whom A. Milne named Eeyore--
Tail-less here forevermore.
And the bumping, hard-house ballet action of the gourmet d.j.
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic urges never felt before.
Even though, through the beating of the song, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some kandy-kid treating himself b'hind the bathroom door--
Just some kandy-kid treating himself b'hind the bathroom door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my lungs felt stronger; hesitating then no longer
"Hey," said I, "You there, truly your addiction I implore;--
But the fact is I was dancing, and I noticed you 'enhancing'
And so quickly you'll start trancing, trancing b'hind the bathroom door;
And someone's waiting in line" -- Here I opened wide the door;--
A toilet there and nothing more.
Deep into that toilet peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing;
Doubting, thinking thoughts no junglist ever tried to think before;
But the music was unbroken, and the strobe light gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered name "Eeyore?"
This I whispered, and the toilet murmured back the word, "Eeyore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the main room turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a snorting somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," I said, "surely there is something in the vent beneath me.
Let me see then, underneath me, and this mystery explore --
Let the crowd be still a moment and this mystery explore; --
'Tis the vent and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the bathroom, when, hit by smoke and hot strong perfume,
Out slumped a sickly raver of the old school days of yore;
Not the least attention paid me; not a minute danced or stayed he,
But with the mien of someone shady; sat outside the bathroom door--
Sat upon a chair of metal with his feet right near the door--
Slumped and sat, and nothing more.
Then this white-nosed kid beguiling my tired fancy into smiling,
By the colorful decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy hair be green and purple, thou," I said, "must snort no herbal,
For it creates a verbal hurdle most certainly, I am sure--
Tell me what thy name is, and where you bought your cat meds furthermore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly teen to hear discourse so plainly,
Though his answer not much meaning -- tiny relevancy bore;
For I cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing kid outside the bathroom door;
Kandy-kid upon a metal seat outside the bathroom door
With such a name as "Nevermore."
But the raver, sitting lonely on the crooked chair, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour;
Nothing farther then he uttered -- not an eyelash then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other kids have K'd before--
By the last song you will leave here, as we all have left before."
The boy replied, "Nevermore."
Startled by the rhythm broken by a new set roughly woken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what he utters is his only stock and store;
Caught in some unyielding k-hole, senselessly bringing to him a goal,
Followed fast and followed faster till his head one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore'"
But the raver still beguiling my tired fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of kid and bathroom door.
Then upon the porc'lain sinking, I betook myself to linking
Druggy unto druggy, thinking what this old school kid of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and passing-out kid of yore
Meant in mumbling "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing,
To the boy whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the back wall's velvet lining that the lightsticks gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining that the lightsticks gloated o'er,
Eeyore shall press nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, someone lit a stick of cancer,
Puffs of angel dust whose sparkles swept across the littered floor --
"Wretch!" I cried, "To your home take thee -- because your drugs thoroughly baked thee--
Respite -- respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Eeyore;
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Eeyore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
"Junkie!" said I, "thing of evil! -- Junkie still, if man or devil!--
Whether heaven bent, or whether home life tossed thee here ashore-
Desolate yet all undaunted, on these chemicals enchanted,
In this club, officer haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- there sanity in your head? -- Tell me -- Tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
"Junkie!" said I, "Thing of evil! -- Junkie still, if man or devil! --
By the lasers that flash above us -- by the song we both adore --
Tell this kid who's bracelet baring, if, because of someone caring,
I shall find my depression faring stuff'd donkey named Eeyore--
Find my depression faring stuff'd donkey named Eeyore!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, boy or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get thee back to dancing, far from the bathroom furthermore!
Leave no white trail as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken--
Leave my jungle music unbroken! -- Leave the seat next to the door!
Take thy eyes off the ceiling, and take thy form from bathroom door!"
Quoth the raver, "Nevermore."
And the raver, never blinking, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the metal chair at the club just outside the bathroom door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the light-show o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor --
And this boy from out the bathroom that has trash all o'er the floor--
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!