All covered in vomit, So misconstrued. Who ever thought, That my mind'd come unglued? Depressed tortured thoughts, Of a soul once not lost. Can only be poised, By limp-wristed sloths. Who sit at their 'puters, All night and all day. They write of their shames, They sit and decay. 'Round the world exists, These hopeless buffoons. Who simply cry wolf, When the stray puppy croons.