Dubious Factory
When, in the night, I start to doubt
The origins of woe
Then turns my mind to thoughts of trout
When, in the night, I start to think
A pattern to follow
I pour myself another drink
When, out of hours, I order flowers
To soothe my shattered soul
Painful cries from yonder towers
When, out of hours, I order duck roast
Fuck is the way fuck is
And such will always be, I doubt
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, fester, Beefy, dan, Mladen Dedic, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 22nd March 2002. |