“And you’re stuck like a hook through the roof of your mouthTired of living for your sick daysEvery day makes you sickTired of living just get paidWhen you’re dying to livebut you can’t”

“And you’re stuck like a hook through the roof of your mouthTired of living for your sick daysEvery day makes you sickTired of living just get paidWhen you’re dying to livebut you can’t”

“Who will read these poems when the people are gone?”