Bottom

Somehow I manage to go to the house of zenith Cutting through the darkness But before I perceive anything I become really sick Nothing new I find Everywhere there is a brilliant discourse On the topics and of the same old cliches And all around in abundance spread and scattered The scarcity of wit and elegance Before my pride bursts into the sky with a bang Someone comes near me and in whisper I am told This is actually the bottom of a pit In haste I take a run And desperately climb up and up Now I sit gasping at the edge of its mouth And wonder What a big stupid I am I take bottom as the house of Zenith.