227th Chorus

Merde and misery,
I’m completely in pain
Waiting without mercy
For the worst to happen.
I’m completely at a loss,
            There is no hope
Though I know the arbitrary conception
       of suffering is racking
       my metaphysical
       handicapped ribs,
       and I dont even exist less sing,
       and I been paid
       for work I done
       when I was young
       and work was fun
       and I dont know name from mercy,
       aint got no blues
       no shoes no eyes
       no shoetongues, lungs,
       no happiness, no art,
       nothing to do, nothin to part,
       no hairs to split
       sidewalks to spit,
       words to make flit
       in the fun-of make-it,
              horror & makeshift poetry
              covering the fact I’m afraid
              to work at a steady job
       jungles of hair on my wrists
       magnified 1000 times
              in Hells of Eternity