I went to lands
With marching bands
On hunts with native beaters
And thus employed
Fell through the void
Amongst the lotus eaters

I languished there
Without a care
But soon was dissipated
I cleared my head
And gazed in dread
At the creature I'd created

My Aide-de-Camp
Dressed like a tramp
Drank whenever she got bored
The Major-Domo
Worked pro-bono
Then died as he fell on his sword

As time went by
I had to fly,
Relentlessly seeking my doom
I never knew
Before I flew
Who did what, and where, or to whom