Can you tell a turd just fell,
This is my shitting face.
My real life is spent shitting,
I can shit on just about any surface.
People are cold, and I'm getting old,
Sometimes I can't take shit anymore.
These days ends don't meet,
I can't even afford a cheap whore.
Calendar of gods, cheap drunk sods,
That's the crowd in my life.
Food taken out, anarchy and rout,
A hooligan's usual and daily strife.
I don't know, what seeds to sow,
The future looks fucked up to me.
The tunnel is dark, maybe a park,
Not blind but cannot see.
