I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted
Fuck off
with your
‘One Day Only’
deals
The endless
emails and
pathetic
sales spiels
Think about
those already
in over
their head
And go hawk
your wares
somewhere
else instead