Gone are the days Where we can talk about How heavy the weight Of the world is. No longer can we insult The mannerisms of the Hoi-poloi And how weird it'd sound Escaping falsetto tones.
Gone are the days Of violence and wrath Behind crystal displays Sharp as the culprit's dagger. Or our remarks on how dumb The teenagers are in the film, With their over-sized ******* And miniscule minds.
I've heard about how you'd cry. My heart can't ever bear to see it. But it relishes every opportunity To smoke cigarettes with you. Good medicine always Goes down bitter.
If we are ever to meet once more, May the links of the world be Loosened-- at least just a little.