Aren’t you so proud to be
the “Father of the Marshalsea”?
Your pity party is simply disgusting,
you failure.
I’m going blind, but I still see:
you’re pregnant with their charity.
It’s only enabling
your unjust self-loathing,
and it’s giving birth
to a dull, drowsy dirge.
Carelessly you take the reins,
and accept tidings
for their hollow entertainment.
You offer in return, well, nothing.
Good will hiding in bottles and bars…
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
