truth

She dumps pasta on my bed
hairs are falling from my head.
I close my eyes and I see red
my darling cat has not been fed
a single bullet made of lead
would suffice,
but I’m not dead

I won’t play this pointless role
Liberate my sordid soul
I will pay the obaled tolls
and will curse the wretched hole

that brought me forth and tossed me out
leaving me without a doubt…
that I am old and dying

Please forgive me for my sins
remove the dry wax from skin
there’s an infinity of pins
I want compassion from my kin
Six billion rounds of gin
would suffice,
if they haven1⁄4t been

but I think that she’s the key
to all this hopeless misery
and I hope that she will see
that world peace will never be

for she brought us forth and tossed us out
and now were left without a doubt
that we’re all old and dying.

You were walking down the way
and I saw you fly away
up above to heaven’s bay
where our angels play.
I saw you last on that day
I wish you’d taken me away
But to my dismay,
here is where I’ll always stay.

The sun forgot to rise
leading to your demise
I heard your anxious cries
but I had to close my eyes

for she brought you forth and tossed you out,
and now you’re left with out a doubt
that you’re also old and dying.