A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit

For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress

Foraging forests five footsteps in length

Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles

Flowing like flies from your face

From your face

And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats

And when I go driving they walk in my path

All the time

Every time

First we were babies, we're birthing and dying

And then we were children, we're playing and crying

And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking

But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing

And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds

We've created by lusting and lying

To ourselves and to others

We're sadly sighing

We're sadly sighing

We're sadly sighing

We're sadly sighing

And I'd like to be

A big ball of meat

That bees can buzz around and eat when I die

So that I might be granted one sense of purpose