Everything I’ll Need When Everything Ends

When it’s time to say our goodbyes
to all the things I’ll run to see
the sun on the sea may take my eyes
When the last rag has been wrung
of dirty suds that justify a fight
my buds can drop right off my tongue
When the ones I love decompose
can I still pretend they’re alive?
For my clan I’ll always defy my nose
When the bedroom is only for sleeping
well… these nerve endings can fuck
off, no verve no pluck in this King
When the sounds of the living are just groans
and the birds and the bees have gone to feces
my lords will remain beetles and stones