Life is not about what you want.
So save your pissing and moaning
for the bonfire,
where you’ll sacrifice your hopes and wishes
to whatever god you choose
for a scrap of comfort.
You can praise the three whores with one eyeball.
But no amount of flattery will win you pity
from those wretched demons.
Grip your loins tightly,
because that’s the limit of your control
in this world of torrential madness.