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Misery comes in many forms
Yesterday it was you
Now I lay in my own self pity
Waiting for the grand reprise
Self diplomacy has never been
Or ever will be my strength
Self decay has always been
Something for me to fall back on
I enjoy my cancer
I enjoy my own self-destruction
At least then I can claim
I am good at something
All this talk is getting me nowhere
I think maybe
I should move to another room
To cleaner sheets
And a brighter lamp
I am unclean
And pitiful
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