What would you do if everything
in the world started getting sucked
into a hole, like a spring
full of water, even your wing
of the mental hotel; You'd be fucked.
What would you do if you found
that your mistress was dating
your wife, running you around,
your life falling to the ground;
It's yourself, not them, you'd be hating.
What would you do if the sky
began falling on top of your head.
You'd wish you could fly
but as hard as you would try
you'd be dead.