I have a picture of a postcard that I posted years ago from a holiday destination just to show that I had been there, but it never got to the intended, no! it ended up in undelivered items.

That's when life ******, it really let me down, the postcard and the postage cost me nearly half a crown.

We exist as if we're behind bars
some read Nietzsche
some burn bra's
some get ****** and drive
fast cars
but we end up in the same cell
and lights out is the living hell,

and the picture of the postcard that
I posted years ago
is carried with me daily
but
it's really just for show,