You can die in a courtroom;
No bloom in your face
What can erase
The chase you find so important.
And so you rant,
Like a p*issed up tramp.
No lamp lights your way.
Oh, I tell a lie
Come by and sit with me,
Just a moment of your time.
Speak loudly, I am a bit deaf.
A bit death? Said I.
No, they sound similar;
I am familiar with your case.
I suggest you brace yourself.
I have news, none of it good I’m afraid.
So I delayed telling you,
Why?
I hate to be the bearer of sad tidings.
