Lost and no repose No words to tell no pose to pose
	Lifes all lived it seems No reason to carry on for dreams No choices to take No loves to make No cakes of life for me to bake
Perhaps perchance maybe fuck you Lifes all gone no need to rue
	It's as if as was as God screwed me From cradle forward to misery And along that road was you and I An interlude a pause a sigh Perhaps a gift before I die
And passing platitudes from folk Fingers throat ya know I choke
	Who gives a damn Sandwiches of ham Now dead I watch the shit That floats from throat or slit To heavens / hells plaudit
And judged apart from circumstance I manage still a maudlin dance

Fuck em all!!