| this mornin'
I heard the news
on the radio
&
there was nothin'
to write home
to mum about
that's
for sure
so
I dragged
my weary frame
out of bed
&
boiled an egg
made some toast
&
poured a long
glass
of ruby-red
grapefruit juice
with
a little hard
water
&
a good
shot of vodka
as
I peeled
the shell
from the egg
I noticed
this poor
pathetic roach
layin' on his back
with
his ugly little
legs
a thrashin'
&
kickin'
towards death
&
I thought
to myself
how
all things move
towards
their end
don't kow
how?
don't know
where?
don't know
when?... |
