What a joke, lighting votive candles at your Church
of Smoke and Shitful Sorrows. Pitiful, endless
parades of chimeras issue like froth.. Aye, tis harder,
for a camel - a cheap cigarette, perhaps, want one?
You can surround yourself with smoke like a cancer
and eat at all that surrounds us. A tissue? Wipe
your ass, wipe your eyes, dainty gloved assplug.
Want a punchline? We all wind up in a bigger hole
than you've ever been dear; we'll make it a contest,.
run, baby, run. Run, it's crush time, I'm laughing.
And we all know how lucky I am. When laughing.