The Demon of Mockery wrote:

old, and your body's much-abused by all that cheap booze. Face it, you
have maybe a decade, perhaps fifteen years, and then you'll die alone,
to be buried in a potter's field if you're lucky, cremated and the
ashes dumped in the trash if you're not. I'd bet on "not".

Snarky


He's got us betting on less than a year.

O Mercury, patron of prOn thieves,
Give me a little worm-farm somewhere,
Where I can be young and easy under the doms,
Anything but this damned business of rap
Where one needs the brains
Which in my case I have not got.

-- one of Tommy's many "parodies" of Dylan Thomas

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