Who shall I ask to ease the pain
Shall I turn to weed again?
Or make suffice with some ol Muse
To stave off bitterness and cries of abuse
I’ve grown leaden and cynical too
Like a cat deluged in cheap shampoo
Fie fye fo fum
Tit cock ball-scrotum
What angle would give me some release?
I try and pray to the Queen of Peace
Right now this is all I have
Feeling as one cut in half
And not my choice aye there’s the rub
Infernal Paradiso’s expired stub