These scabs, these pains, these cracks and strains,
Corporeal complaints
remind me that I’m still alive
and lots of people ain’t
Sometimes I fantasise that I
was one that left the stage,
Flew off this planet quietly
and handed in my badge.
But that don’t cut it. Cause I wake
come day come day come day.
A guilty litany of aches
can't whiskey me away.
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