I’ve battened down my hatches I’m now fully submerged into my approximate cliché am I drowning? don’t tell me I’m drowning is this hell? please tell me we’re not in hell is this the niche that's carved me? the petty bourgeois hero of countless banal fantasies panhandling for change in the world of broken actors
the inner eye never lies and I can read my chart I was high on the great deception but I never had a dime my life just flushed before me sixty years a loser and always arse deep in debt but I’ve been informed by my sponsor of a happy ever after coz there ain’t no paupers in heaven and there ain’t no tally men either seems like folk in heaven are having a hell of a time