Tragedy (In Three Parts)

The avenue dog Kicked down in the throws of a sickness Hearing the toll Of his death-knell voice As he cries Look now, you said, tonight's entertainment's arrived Hear now, you said, a droplet of piss is too kind A croak in the throat Of the heel turned fast With conviction A crack in the words Worn cruel Come adorned with your pride You scorn and say His heroin chic had a price You bow your head And powder your keys with his crimes In the four bed, three bath With more room for expansion Buckled the shelves With the trinkets from plasticised life You sigh and say Why does it feel like i'm dying? You whine and say Why does this wealth feel like plight? A vision of technoscience Built for the family An itemised list Of the things that you need To be right Breathe in and feel The atoms pull with a yearning Breathe out and feel A smile to the ones you don't like We've lost our way But maybe we just deserve it We've lost our way We'll poison ourselves Til we're blind Pimaricin bile Pink like the wound that's not healing Down on your knees Wear a porcelain bowl like a crown No use, you say, dressed in the clothes of a clown You tear and fray A body appraised by the pound The unwanted truth Rings false in the therapist's office A stomach as empty as pockets Fills up with guile I feel it now, the comfort you said would be waiting I feel it now, the comfort you said would be found