Sympathy Cone

Falling off the wagon
Shot the fucking horse
Pitched a rough Expansion
Plan with problems at the source
A problem has no problem
If a problem should arise
Rise I shall come morning
Look the leper in the eyes
And smile
Withhold
No rush to be sent off
Controlled
I have developed kennel cough
Dressed to the nines
Severed ties around my neck
To hide the bed bug bites
Mama never warned me
I quit I’m sick
Spayed Latch the cage
Come what may
I’m safer on my fucking knees
Behold
And flick the light switch off
I’m sold
I have developed kennel cough
Pill doled
Put me down to rest I’m old
Developed the