I'm a drunken old prick sprawled in my sick
A bottle clutched to my chest
I curse and shout and writhe about
T'ween fits of doleful rest
With a mournful sigh at the world passing by
I wonder on their game
One long lost day did I once not play
Like them I was the same
I was one of those a silver spoon pose
Who travelled by yaught and by jet
The elegant strutting shamelessly rutting
Spawn of the summer set
Carousing in style with panache and guile
I roamed the world at will
Never giving a damn cause life's a sham
Where one never pays the bill
All was a glitter both the sweet and the bitter
Tasted good
We were the rich so we cared not a bitch
For the lowly common brood
But that empty hole we call our soul
Was starved parched and yearning
Ti'll one cold night by a dim firelight
It came out with a fearsome warning
An eerie pain took hold of my brain
With visions of the poor I dispised
In the shadowy gloom of that gastly room
They wept through my tear filled eyes
I suffered the fear for their children dear
As though they were my own
I heard them cry and watched them die
Through seeds me and mine had sown
To my dread I heard threat words in my head
With a message I never could ignore
Of a change to come with the rising sun
A change that would burn to the core
My God what a fight that long dark night
Yet damn it that message was true
By break of day every thought a fresh ray
My desires and values all new
From depth there lurked a crave for work
To sweat with the dew of the dawn
I weaved out plans to employ my hands
And pleasure in my bodies brawn
I shared my wealth and forgot myself
My feelings now akin to others
With wisdoms call compassion for all
The whole of mankind my brothers
This lingered a while it made me smile
Loves drug is a potent force
Embracing grace I escaped man's race
For a calm and humble coarse
But nature for man has a deadly plan
Fashioned to test o'er and o'er
To reharness my mind crept me and mine
Jostling for position of power
Feeling the burn from egos return
I could not resist my own charm
In downward glide I played with pride
And ignored semi-conscious alarm
With self layers peeled I made half way deals
All sealed in prayers of hope
My reluctant stance surely had not a chance
As I slithered on down the slope
I'm splattered here a belly full of beer
Sensing the reapers scythe
As I slowly depart with a laugh in my heart
At frailness in mankind as in mice
Our distraction games from human pains
Capacity for reality small doses
And the old dual gate of free will and fate
Hinged on indiscernible hypothesis
Heads in sand answers fuel for the dancers
Puzzled philosophers lore
Is it all a vast dream a great magical scheme
We knock on unfathomables door
Future soon gone to join pasts vauge song
Precious moments our wondrous window in time
With my final breath I ask of old death
What is me what was mine
#geordie boot
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