The inquisition:

That’s what they ask, you know. You know, that query; that anomalous invasion into one’s psyche, whereby the inquisitor might say as, “Do you feel suicidal?”. If the response is anything other than ‘no’ (or, some variation thereof), the follow-up inquiry is, “Do you have a plan?”

“[plans], i don’t have. I do got a mickey o’ bourbon.”

Indeed, plans: I’ve never been one for much planning.

However, I do know the whereabouts of a practical bridge.
Yeah, you be reading it, right? you think you know, don’t you. Truth is, if you’s from /Pee ’eh/, then you probably; might know, precisely the bridge o’ mine.

Plant [or, as rumored, Bonham], in a Led Zeppelin, Houses of the Holy track, The Crunge, I believe did query his audience, rhetorically so it seems, and we might agree, also comically: ‘has anybody seen the bridge? Where’s that confounded bridge?’.

Where is that confounded bridge?
I in my kercheif; j george in hawaii
a needle might prick; a dog follows me
one cessation is ceased; not even a mouse
it’s time I settle down; like so much poor rap
down
down
down
down where nothing in front of me
it doesn’t need blood
it doesn’t need breathing
and so years passed
could come thus uncovered
they’ll dig their way through
say, “if it weren’t for this mud!”