The mechanics of this life leave me confused
The ridiculousness of it all leave me bemused
I find it increasingly hard to be enthused
Spliff, line, drink, pill
I carry on and carry on
Way past my fill
Medicated, not moderated
My anaesthetic lust left unsated
My choices left uncontemplated
I’m too fucked up to care any more
1 pint, 2 lines, 3 hits, floor
What illness lies in store?
I’m already ill
It’s why I need this pill
It’s why my beer is spilled
This reality is a fucking joke
Nigel Farage? I need a smoke.
Donald Trump? I’d happily choke
Then I’m right here
With good people close and near
This isn’t Somalia, there’s nothing to fear
Doesn’t make it easier, though
To ride this rapid’s ebb and flow
To take a breath, to take it slow
Maybe this excess is making worse
Maybe I’m chasing the hearse
I’ll cool it off, if I don’t die first
I think that I’m so rock ‘n’ roll
But I’m just a cock who stole
From greater men in this role
Who knows it
What is my poetic position?
What’s my wry view on the human condition?
Life is Chaos
Life is Random
I wish my dad would have worn a condom
But then you’d not get to see my problems undressed
So I can feel better, and make you depressed.