The day comes

Same as before

Goes out again

Television, a concave window

Lawyers

And murderers

The law is confusing, the order makes no sense

Scratching the skin

Staring at walls

Staring at floors

The plan today is not to die

The cure-all is always over ice

Toasting the globe

Cursing those who live on it

Drinking it down and drinking it down

Keeping it down and keeping it down

People

And their faces

Like a beautiful thing

Falling down the stairs

So-called friends

Between them and I

Maybe there be

A poison ocean

Scratching the skin

Staring at walls

Staring at floors

And not at eyes

That's where the soul lies

New memories

Are strangers I will never meet

Rheumy old thoughts are constant companions

Nipping at me

Nipping and barking at me

Nipping and barking at me

All them

Why do they come?

Why don't they die?

Why don't they die?

I stare at floors

Until my eyes bleed

It's just a social disease

And now I'm free