for all the drunks
and their rotten screaming families
for the mental illness
and depression and despair
for the bitch of bad luck
for all the stupid pretty flowers
that sit around and say nothing at all
for the moon and loneliness
for the goth chicks that got away
for the dying songbirds
for the pain of being alive
and the fear of dying
and the lying bearded assholes
who talk about God
and all the rest of you lousy shits
who were no help at all.
