I've been boiled in hot oil and banished to hard toil
Yet I still couldn't bring myself to see
How any worldly device could ever come to suffice
To vanquish this cancer in me...
In one year of our lord, I fell flat off the board
Two or three times each day of the week.
I was sure they'd throw dirt on my white cotton shirt
To be sure I won't get the chance to speak.
Then came the day we first met, her smile made me forget
Everything in my world save for her.
And so as the world turns and the fire of hell burns,
I'll adorn her with diamonds and fur...
"Too late!" The man cries as he stares in my eyes
and closes the door to my cell,
"Yes, it could have been nice if it it weren't for your vice,
Now the only thing waiting is hell!"
Here I wait for cold meals and drive pretty hard deals
On stamps, peanut butter and smokes.
I'm too hungry to scream, too exhausted to dream
Or force laughter at tired old jokes.
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