Thursday, February 01, 2007

All this wretched scentslessness

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed a fart away
Now it seems as if they rear to stay
Oh I believed in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Foggy day came suddenly

Why I let it go I don't know, it wouldn't stay
It stank something strong now I long for yesterday

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

splendid commentary on the late capitalist manifestation of farter's remorse

2:22 PM  

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