Poetry

Monday, 24 August 2020

Like death warmed up

 Well I feel like death warmed up

Yes I feel like death warmed up

Just throw me a life buoy

Sing out ahoy

Brew me a cup

Cos I feel like death warmed up


Oh life can be so cold

When you're way out to sea

With your ship thrown about in the waves

And the galley slaves are howling out their grief

This life's pains seem long, and its joys too brief

When you feel like death warmed up

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