Falling into the pit devoid of regret,
Remorse, nothing in this haze
Having long late nights
And laboriously long lazy days;
I waste this space with smiles,
Long laughing jokes, double entendre,
And immature imitation bush tucker trials,
Missing out on this field of life
Endless fields for miles and miles;
Missing out on a life so warm
A life so cosy,
I drink away all time
At the end of time will be
A sad apricot of a man, yellowing
With two cheeks and a nose so rosy.
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