Suddenly,
I hear
the sound of
a child's laughter
in my ears
And I recount all
of my lost years
the countless drops
of wasted tears
And all the bitter,
nasty tastes
of all the time
I've turned to waste
And maybe I could keep
some friends
if I just used some tape
and paste
My grave was dug
many years ago
Although,
my death
is unbearably slow
Twiddling my thumbs,
and wasting my time
as I spend all my wits
on *******
and poor rhymes