He sits on the potty and thinks his thoughts
Where this life is generally bound
Once upon a time he knew who he was
But now that guy can't be found
Fortunate he never was
Not all roads lead to a Musk
Hard honest work often a sisyphean show
What remains is a desiccated husk
He's dead as far as memories go
The maze let him play hide and seek
His dice was weighed down with dirt
Uncomfortable words to speak
A fractured attention span
He had flit from thought to thought
Between the wall and hard rock
He succumbed to the utter nought
The irony of times eyes with brine
The stabs blood and gore
Friends and family foes at heart
Left him dying on the floor
Liars liars they were everywhere
Not one person he could trust
Society of parasites without shame
Human values turned to dust
Naked and vulnerable he remembers
Alone in the shitter his mind sweats
The foreboding of age is clear
All directions are of equal threat
Despise the past, the present in its shadow
What future can come out of that?
For a mind turned inward always
Happiness is an onerous act
What does he have left to lose
Life is already shit he thinks
Let the breathing stop when it will
This shit already stinks
The colors of the present bleached
The mind turbulent and mad
As the feces circle the hole
He becomes a little glad
Life goes on one dump at a time
Many people to strip the rind
There's all the time to lose
For an insignificant useless mind
He's old depressed and mad
Infirm in every way
Every door was slammed on him
No need for him to stay
The darkness falls around the world
As darkness never had
Without hope there's nothing left
A dying rot can't get bad
Canceled man with canceled dreams
Really isn't much there to say
On his forgotten ashes after dawn
There will be an ordinary day
