Here we go...
Totalfeckineejit (our fearless leader)
Weaver of Grass
And here's my ticket. Don't even ask...
Did you pull the cloths around you,
holding on for all you had?
Did you try to stop your ears
against the swarming in your head?
Did your bending knees creak
when they hit the cold stone slab?
Did your papery feet quell
when they stood upon that floor?
Did your eyes regret the light
that poured in through the vacant door?
Did you hide your irritation
at arising from your bed, or
Did your parched throat croak a plea
to simply let the dead be dead?