Now I Know Why They Call It Tom Turkey

Like a gizzard on a lizard, Like a bill on a $1 duck buck, Like a wallet whose use is forgotten, Like the window with no glass Some stuff just don't make sense, And some people know no cents, Like a meal without nutrition, A roof unable to hold the rain, Sometimes you know where you are, Sometimes you're just insane Like peanut butter and ground glass, The Taj Majal a subway stop, A ship without a sea, A faceless face with sightless eyes, A sense of comraderie, Each morning starts another day, With or without me.