By the time you ask

It's too late

We took the flask

And we ate

Those fancy candies you brought back

From Sweden

And decided to Sweeten

The taste with the fancy liquors you brought back

From home, I believe

He asked what was bringing me down

With a frown --

Shots all around

Then I began

By taking his hand

"This" I said "Is

Too far away . . ."

And he knew what I meant

So he went

Back up above and snatched

Another flask

I do believe this one was scotch

The bitterness brought me closer to my own acidity

In the sudden humidity

I scooted away

But he took my hand again and asked,

"What is your name?

I realized I did not know it."

What I've become

Nobody knows it

So I told him, "I am Neurosis

Who are you?"

And he said, "I am Depression

How do you do?"