Watermelon In Easter Hay

This is the central scrutinizer

Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy

During the fade out of his imaginary song

He begins to feel depressed now

He knows the end is near

He has realized at last

That imaginary guitar notes

And imaginary vocals

Exist only in the imagination of the imaginer

And, ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway?

Excuse me

So

Who gives a fuck anyway?

So, he goes back to his ugly, little room

And quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo