The Land of Jeff
I feel further and further away from my own name
Like a country I left years ago, meant to return,
But never got around to it:
The land of Jeff
I have a ticket somewhere around here
That supposedly will get me back
Where I am now is not a country
I drift through international waters
In a raft caught in a current
That I assume will terminate on solid ground.
I only hope it will be someplace unclaimed
Or at least without an agreed upon name
By nature I’m a trespasser, a stowaway
On someone else’s vessel
Someone will soon come looking for me.
I already know how all this ends.
I’ll run out of places to hide
And my last alias will get tied
To the inexpungible name.
The grande finale is a deportation
And baseless scapegoating:
It was Jeff who did this
Jeff is solely to blame
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