Thought I might wake with
something more than bellyache,but
No,
Today the only way I go is
down.

London,
what a dreary town,
what kind of place is this to be?
this whirlpool of woe is
a mistral of misery.

Smoking now,
smoking,
how I wish the flames would bite,
ignite and in the inferno, would be
somewhere
where I'd go
quite
willingly.