A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy, The Rabbit

For four fortnights I've 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 through my path all the time

Every time

First we were babies, we're birthing and dying

Then we were children, we were playing and crying

And then we were teenagers we were smoking and fucking

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

Liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds

We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others

We're sadly sighing

And I'd like to be a big ball of meat

That bee's can buzz around and eat when I die

So that I may be granted one sense of purpose