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