The unfortunate fool had found himself drunk,
And came upon the secret behind the fog of life,
“This has all happened before!” he cried out into the crowd,
And the town people laughed and hissed at the mad vagabond,
So he swirled by every ear at the ring of every hour,
Hoping to convince at least one or two of them to listen,
“We repeat and repeat, like dogs chasing their tails!”,
Which upset the pious, who pleaded for him to be stopped,
And the enforcers chased the poor man through the streets,
Having found him curled up like a ball, laughing with tears,
“Even this, you fools, has happened many times before!”