I want to eat tuna fish on a deserted island
And drink cabbage juice on the sand
Be alone to sing duets with my spirit
Freely fly above palm trees and hermit crabs

I'll be beside myself with more paper and ink
Then my words could ever fill
Abandon all feelings of self-loathing
And hate life instead

I'll kill horses brought there by yellow-faced, starry-eyed strangers
Slowly suck on sand
No one will ask if I want salt and pepper with my thumb