To put up with a
career as pointless as this,
it takes the
courage of a gambler.
Okay, someone
has to do it, but
like they say:
vita brevis, ars longa.
The grave I look
for is covered with brambles,
on a lonely hill
in the bush. Jazz began
by livening up a
funeral march. So
mix more drinks,
and mix them stronger.
More than one
winning lottery ticket lies
forgotten in a
drawer. Dentists ply
their skilled
and painful trade, ignored..
Many an opium
poppy flaunts its
spangled petals
in a silent jungle glade,
far from
addicts, that babbling horde.
— John Tranter