What is the purpose for all of this pain,
Clouds full of love rain throughout me,
Only to be vacuumed into the drain,
Of self doubt and limitless misery.

My love for the world is on permanent pause,
I yearn for the slash of death’s scythe,
As McDonald’s has given me all of this sauce,
And yet I have nothing to dip with.

A poem by Lucas Margaret Cox

And something for the classy basement dwellers…  http://vocaroo.com/i/s1s7MwYufsUq