DEATH AT A URINAL

His eyes never saw the sun

Claiming a fear marked for everyone

Sure to meet the Devil in a cardboard box

And his feet buried deep in snow

A fortune read right before the dead

As the air we breathe turns gold

His legs never burned to run

Feeling the worst race has now begun

A dance to the left and off the cliff’s edge

Till the string tightens hard with pain

A step to the right out beyond the light

Where darkness’ reign holds sway

Covered forces in the pouring rain

Lights out, but who’s to blame

It’s unfair when we’re not the same

Now scared…we are strangers

His arms never left the chains

A fading lifeline does not remain

Sure to meet the Devil in a cardboard box

And his feet buried deep in snow

A fortune read right before the dead

As the air we breathe turns gold

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1995, all rights reserved