It really was the most unpleasant of days,  my close friend had had enough.  Well he hadn't but his body called time up . It was winter 96 , he had no family as such just the bums the port wine eternity the poor ladies of the night .
The paupers funeral was attended by very few , the cold that day probably took a few more empty souls . I stood front and centre said my final goodbyes then proceeded to the nearest liquor store bought an quart of white port an eighth the cheapest whisky and indulged my sorrows on the coldest of that empty winters day

Sunday always with
Monday
Playing
On
My mind
Tuesday
Ain't
Getting
Better
Mid
Week
Wednesday
Leveling
Out
Just
Fine
Thursday
Came
And
Went
The
Time
Not
So
Much
Playing
On
The
Friday
Coming
Round
Guess
It's
All
Worked
Out fine

Soon I'll be dead and rotting in the ground or Ash that was once there on  well kept swept forgotten floors.
When I say
Soon I don't mean literally , heavens above,  you ain't getting rid of me .
Stooge like relics preaching propaganda ,  wave my wish like wand and calm ya .
Carry my banner
With nothing exclusive
On
It
The day to day is
All
I request
From it

I met the devil, halfway down the stairs, he asked me politely if I was ready for down there.
I've been down there up stairs, I've been down in the mouth, I've searched every level and come undone, walked the weary road searching for fun, drove a car picked up bums, spilt blood from bleeding gums, flung out my arms in need of someone, looked up to the soul starved sky, found nothing in return.
I'll just take your stairs your burning love, it's seemingly for ever, I've had worse above

Hey sometimes I'll call you lately,  Another pain in this body hurts , I've been dreaming about the morro and everything just works,  wake up in the morning,  the smell of your being , got to be better than these drugs x

I look out the nicotine stained ]
I look out the nicotine stained
Window at the now defunct Church,
Once a place of worship now just drowning in drugs, a place for a fix, to fix thing again, until you Need to be better again,
The once majestic hero of all Christian faith, looks down on his flock and sees pain once again, the new messiah appears, he gives out his wears, there his flock now selling them misery and tears