First entry of the date February 15Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door the fridge hasBeen obsolete for weeksTwo took my shortcut through the switchyard last nightNeither made it past the TThey didn’t make the fence so they fed the ratsAnd I’m surprised it wasn’t meNo opportunity, the outside world is an empty spaceAnd when I try to fight I always find I’m put back in my placeForth entry of the week a grim repeatContinuation of a eulogyBelly full of bock, fit to enbalm, don’t wanna talkOr leave this head, let alone this houseCause past the lunacy there’s braveryAt least I think a bitIt all this shit is such a comedy, let me in on the skitStick in the skullFinal entry, February 15Stircrazy in a dazeHome to wake from a dream