The Final Comedown: Nothing prepares me for the end of term …

I ve looted and I ve begged On the tubes of the Bec and Broadway I ve been run over by cars And to prove it here s the scars On my wrists I ve been cut I ve been stitched I ve been buggered, bewitched and abandoned But nothing in Heaven or Earth Prepared me for this The Final Comedown It s a victory worth sharing We should celebrate I think With the bloodiest of Marys But I m too ****ed to drink.

Okay, so Carter U.S.M.

were hardly poets, but I ve found a bit of solace in these words lolloping around my brain today