Wallow in the stench of my underachievement,
Thunder and beatniks, follow in the steps//
collar bones bent from unlucky diseases,
puddle up a thesis and ponder on the deck//
yonder isn't next, it's the offering we left,
from the charcoal to the pen, now we huddle on our screens wit//
a scar involving Zen and the Marlboro men,
the heart is on the mend but the lung isn't breathing?