You have dried me up in agony
slow deaths of dull and duty
twenty seven years and I got none to show
gases and faeces are all that give a glow
silent are the voices and mocked are what they say
afraid to look where eyes can't see has brought us off the way
and yet you laugh but shush - shush that mouth just now
listen to the song of trees and make your humble bow
so what is that you call a life -
when blood and sweat shall shed a light
my bank account has robbed me of anything polite
the oxygen shall be mine first before I pass it on
I can't afford a second breath and then my anger foams
I got no time no time to breathe before the balance comes
in overdraft, the debt is due - we'll be counting crumbs
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