Let us pity those who have passed
They will miss the joys of life
Abused as a child, bullied in their class
Reared a naughty boy, married an abusive wife.
An invisible figure in the crowd,
Like a ghost floating through the world
Face pale without their addictive stout,
Dead in bed with paid for girls
Let us pity those who still live on
Let’s look forward to passing on.

I rambled rambled rambled at 2:39 PM