You're Right

 Note:  This poem was inspired by Tom Waits

You're right.

Right out of your head.

Out of your gourd.

Out of your tree.

Out of your mind.

Out of sight.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Out of everything.

Gotta go shopping.

Gotta go shopping to buy

everything you're 

out of.

We're fresh out.

Fresh out of ideas.

Fresh out. Out in the fresh air.

As in not being in.

Out in.

Out in space.

Spaced out.

Got no gravity.

Got no gravity that way.

That mean you're losing ground,

or the ground is losing you.

Either way,

you've got nothing to stand on,

though you've still got a leg,

in fact, you've got two legs to 

stand on.

Living in the outskirts.

On the outs.

On the outs with everyone.

No one to go to lunch with.

Gotta go out by yourself.

Take out the trash when you go out.

Out to lunch.

Having it out.

Having it out with whoever comes along.

You're out. You're not safe that way.

Three strikes and you're out.

No matter how you look at it,

you're never going to be in.

In from out.

In from out of the rain.

Out in the rain.

Out of the house.

You may be out of the house,

but at least you're not in the doghouse.

And you weren't put into office.

But they said you were out.

Out of the office.

I came by.

I came by when you were out.

They said you were gone.

Gone to lunch.

Out to lunch.

Actually, you were 

gone for the day.

Really only

just plain

Gone fishing.