What did I do to deserve
existence
what if there's no reward
to persistence
What if there's no onwards
only continuing
and nothing on earth exists
to bring you things
I hate this feeling
call it the comedown
call it noiseome
dismal and brown
All I'm looking forward
to's my man's next book
he never heard of me
and hell never take
a look
I give a rat's ass
it's my cardinal failing
but I care so I stay
well away from
the railing
I hate this feeling
call it the comedown
call it noisome
dismal and brown
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