What The Fuck Larry

For years you stared out that café window
Now you're dead there was nothing to see
An Amsterdam Turkish ghetto
Some dismal Low Saxon brickwork

What The Fuck Larry

It’s getting cold
Living with the dead
Tomorrow’s all souls day
Yet we're thinking already
Of next year hoping
for an early spring

God was all powerful
Everyone walking their dogs
Acting surprised

art's better
than dead

All you know is what happened
To you today

I laughed when she did

I’m going to kill myself
maybe tomorrow

let's plan
on nothing