Everywhere a pest
Everywhere a pest
Thingometers for every organ and pills in every corner
Here I forget my brother, my mother by the kitchen sink
There is joy on the TV
And the dragging of feet over tile and piss
The carpet scares me
There is cellophane on the food and I am cold
I hope someone will come, I wait always and forever
My seat is so soft I cannot feel my spine
This mausoleum will bury me