I can feel the cloud above
The one who lives to sneer
At my terrible state
Like he gains pleasure
From my sate of misery
As I cannot forget
What I once had
Though I wish that I would
Because a man that's now a tree
Is not a happy state for me
So he's here to sneer
And surely sneering already
But at least he hasn't spoken yet
Because I hate the sound of his voice
So full of hate
And when he gets going
He's so hard to stop
From talking yes
With nothing ever good to say
Which makes the day
But pass like an age
But filled with a voice
That almost drives me to distraction
Only I've managed so far
To not be driven past that point
Where I can't come back
Which is what I want
Because I don't to give to him
The satisfaction
That'd he derive
From driving me to distraction
So I take some solace in this
But only to a point
As this is a life
That I do not want to live
For the rest of it
But I can't just die
Even if I could make it so
I'm a man who's a tree
And that's not the life for me
“Hello Morris
How are you today
Still but wishing I'm sure
That a strike of lightning
Would come and strike you down
Which I could surely do
But where's the fun in that
Oh once and never human again”
He said to me
With the hollow cold laugh
Of a living cloud being
Who could actually end
My miserable state
But cruelly refuses to
Because cruel is what he is
And ever will but be”
“Why don't you go away Cyrus
As ever and always
I don't have need of you
If all you're going to do
Is be an ass to me”