Blankly it hits me
That the simple truth
That one day this sonofabitch will die
That time peels away like the skin of a tangerine
Then the bitch of the world eats each segment
The juice of our lives runs in the streets
Can you feel it?
The palpable decay of your life
The drip, drip, into the gutter
Now I don’t mean to get all depressive and stuff
But isn’t this poetry?
I’ve not been bothered to rhyme
For quite some time
Shit I broke my run
Just for the sake of a pun
And at that a bad one