Life consisted of an ominous pretense,
Left alone with the cacophony of my silent...

I can not function, left to deal with this...
Drinking, attempting to drown my sorrows, because...

The despondency of life has defeated you,
The food has lost it's flavor...

I walk along this city-jungle,
I should, by now, be immune to its disease...

A day or so,
That's all we have...

Birds flock,
The bells of the church ring...

The Internet is a paradox,
It is Pandora's Box...

Swing with me,
Here in this ancient park...

I'm through,
I can not listen to another word...

Your sentimentality,
Has always reached out to me...

Ode to the skin-bag,
Who used to be 500 pounds...

The temperature rises,
The midday sun blazes...