One year of delirious madness
cursing the name of woman kind
loving, forgiving, using and being used.
I found myself staring
at the shadow of last year's
broken ideals.
The same colours of shame and regret
but seeping in from other people.
I laugh it off like a word
repeated excessively.
It loses definition,
a gross bodilly function
and the simplest joke.
Finger, finger, finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger, finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger,
finger,
finger, finger, finger, finger, finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger, finger, finger, finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger, finger, finger, finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger, finger, finger, finger,
finger, finger.
