I walk outside to have a smoke.
Sometimes, I can feel the death
Seeping in through my lungs
And sometimes, I welcome it
Am I sick?
I look around the world
So much misery, death and destruction
So much hate and bigotry
Makes no fuckin’ sense
How did I get here?
Why do I think about these things?
Who am I?
My pugs are happier than most people I know
And they only bathe once a week
What is this scheit?
How do I rate?
Why am I so goddamn happy?