Why do moths come out at night
So fixated upon the light
If what they truly seek is bright
Then why the f$&k come out at night

Without those crows outside my home
To whom what Murphy leaves is thrown
I'd surely feel much more alone
Whilst sitting here inside my home

Bleeding heart… and farts
This is what I have for you
Now I’ve aged passed 42
What am I now? F$&k 44
Balls hanging nearer to the floor
Than ever they have done before
Hair that made the ladies stare
Has fled now from the top my head
To live within my ears instead.