First entry of the date February 15 Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door the fridge has Been obsolete for weeks Two took my shortcut through the switchyard last night Neither made it past the T They didn't make the fence so they fed the rats And I'm surprised it wasn't me No opportunity, the outside world is an empty space And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place Forth entry of the week a grim repeat Continuation of a eulogy Belly full of bock, fit to enbalm, don't wanna talk Or leave this head, let alone this house Cause past the lunacy there's bravery At least I think a bit It all this shit is such a comedy, let me in on the skit Stick in the skull Final entry, February 15 Stircrazy in a daze Home to wake from a dream