Things Can Only Get Bitter

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

I arise at the crack of dawn
And rub my eyes at the lack of warmth

Brush my teeth
And take relief
On the s~~~ter
Things can only get bitter

Go into the fridge
For a leftover smidge of
Pork-pie
And with a heavy sigh
Put on my tie
And kiss the mirror goodbye

Treading the pavement
Embedding with c~~~s
On twitter
Things can only get bitter

Space-cakes
Spaced-out
Pacing about
Shouting into a hand held t~~~ transmitter
Walking litter
Things can only get bitter

Arrive at the dive that is the office
First thing to do
Is take a p~~~

See the message in the pan
A turd you can’t glitter
Things can only get bitter

Sit at the desk
Next to
The office pest

Talks non-stop
About his wife
And how
He is “blessed”

Lunch comes around
Find myself
Lying on a mound
In a rough part
Of town

Think about handing in my notice
But I ain’t
No quitter
Things can only get bitter

Shift soon over
Drift on over
To the local
Rover

Order a beer
And a plate
Of fritter
Things can only get bitter

Many a beer later
Overhear a waiter
Talking
About me

I go over
And destroy his groin
With my
Knee

Quickly get into a taxi
“What address mate”
“Number 3, Apathy”
I state

Back into the room
Wish I was back in the womb

Take off my clothes
Another day
I’ve exposed

Do it all
Again

That’s the hitter
Things can always get bitter

[hmskl’dParticipant 6406]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Things can always get bitter

I was told to cheer up in my life,
all the awalt things could be worse

so I cheered up in my life,
and all those awalt things got worse

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

hmskl’d wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Things can always get bitter

I was told to cheer up in my life,all the awalt things could be worse
so I cheered up in my life,and all those awalt things got worse

Oh right, a new verse to rehearse.

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