Trapped In Sickness

 
Glad to be alive, are you glad to be alive?

Seeming so sick and I’m glad to really strive, when we are all riding the waves of illness together

Pyramids of gigantic gibberish, furry and forlorn in oinks of prideful lust

Bushy tailed and bright eyed in fields of sweat, oceans of sweat now!

Sweet polished floors now!

Because back to the top, is where the naughty kills

Saggy and sad again

Embarrassment on a whole new level of sentence strucaaaaaaaaaaaaghaaaa, syntax supreme!

Fucking bullshit never ending, cage of distraught reckoning, growing its beard alarmingly mediocrely

Shush, I’m going to strangle you in a minute you fucking clot

There is no way out and I am so fed up, so is this my beautiful holiday?

Is this my holiday now?

Stop it!

Forget it all and let it fall straight to the fucking ground

I said stop it!

Push aside the smell and I’m done with endless cunts, please let them all drown in their garden pea soups of extravagance

That’s more like it!

Now about that smell, terrible disease leaving body, please repeat this conclave of coddling

Oh do you know, where I should seek this end?

What end?

You know something is needed here a bit of a burst

That’s what he thought anyway, whilst he rushed by inside the ambulance of flowers

There are no words now, only myth and only mirth

Pissed off by the pain, pissed on by the rain, I wish it was so!

I wish it was so good, that it would all just be ok, OK?

Down the walled path, passing overgrown stories of the past, rip them away with a gentle, fortuitous breeze

Nee-nar
Nee-nar

Stupefied, bleary eyes, delirious shambles of deadly evincing

Bringing rotten flowers to bear, from a crashed ambulance

One last rotten throat falling apart from your knees
 
Stupid cash, required to buy!

Restrained again!

Remove such words!

Silence and shame
Plus I’m irritating
Fucking bullshit again and again
Nonchalant

No more!

You’re a star and facultative and octogenarian, I ate everything at the banquet of nothing and I always fall downwards thirty six times in a row, it pulses and it is minuscule, fifty ankhs such an awful rule to adhere to

I hate this fucking life

Not allowed to live, not allowed to die just trapped in this terrible sickness

Oh come on, old chap it really isn’t that bad is it?

You’ve got to stop this now the flow is not happening

So build a dam

You could program all this through life but there would be little point as it is ultimately fucking pointless, perhaps that is the point?

Why should I have anything to fight for?

Why should I have to fight for anything?

Because that is life, you bloody idiot!

Better get better sick man

How depressing, what a wondrous existence, I am so tired

Drowning in circumstances beyond this sickness

Weird stuff is happening so be afraid

Not much help to me, are you?

Ready to run again into akinesia annoyance?

No one is perfectly happy

Error, error, error, error

Let it stand, let it breathe

How much further will you wade?

This way, which way?

Been to the lighter stop, so now am I standing tallest of all?

Fucking depressing, fucking complete, I’ll enjoy the fall

Tea is what makes things nice, but the truth is nothing’s nice at the moment

Cuckoo!

Just sickness

Please End!

Cuckoo!

Broke, terrible, gleaming and thatched

Die into joyous odes of positive recompense, I am so tired to be alive again, yes, excellent!

Knowledge, is recommended to fight your way through the virus, make it right, do better and learn

Straaaaaaaaaain!

Awesome!

Nice, everyone is lovely, having a wonderful life and time

Love to all my family and friends

Yes!

Pickled and punished but I make up my own mind

Kindness is welcome

Balance reversed perspective, we are all poisoned now

Crashing down the gravity well behind us and stacking delicious odds up in your favour

Heal!

Sequence for this is extremely old
There is a correct path, try your hardest but you just got fucked

Ha, ha to the physiognomy of boredom

Smashing faces into stone, again and again

Fade away into shit, that is all there really is

Cuckoo!

One more vegetable faced description before we all wither into the traces of the sky

So tired and sick of this shit, it’s been far too long

Sixty black four bolognaises riding in country lanes, scrape the throat upon the tarmac