Another One – Song One, A Perfect Cliché

One despondent time, there was Another One.  You know the type—bilious, anxiously, aggravated—one of those incomplete tea-sets, all in his cups with no pot.  Let’s call him Geary Perfect.  Or Geary Cliché. Or whatever.  All things considerate, he was just another in a long list of them.  Our everyman, our Donkey Hotey…