I hear the rain trickling,
dropping off the needles,
it descends on rolling hills
of green velvet & you,
you with your
self-indulgent ways,
fill yourself up
with strange pills,
as if you're
the only person
on the planet
with personal problems.

Well ******,
wake up, wake up,
pick yourself up,
come out of your
self-induced coma &
come listen
to the soothing rain,
it's better
than all the pain,
the sickness
you've been suffering.