The Hole Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

Make not light of this condition
It drags you down and I’ve been wishing
That something new would come along
And fill my empty soul

To keep the lid on I’ve been drinking
And like as not that gets me thinking
That something better roll along soon
To fill this dangerous hole

And if I’m dying in some dark corner
Man, I think I ought to warn ya
Don’t try and wake me or I’ll take you with me
Down into the hole

Then you and me and Satan’s army
Can drink a toast to going barmy
Hell’s sinners all singing in harmony
At the bottom of the hole