Life\'s meaningless, the bitch don\'t rhyme!
So poetry\'s a waste of time,
but still the poison pumps and pours,
and bares its breasts like worthless whores.
Love\'s languishing, and faith\'s no more,
mere mindlessness from shore to shore
sails on, with junk, containers crammed
with costly crap: we’ve all been scammed!
Life\'s fading fast, for me at least,
so soon, this shit will all have ceased
to bother me or piss me off:
at least I\'ve one more beer to quaff.