Hunted and haunted, hurried and harried
Baited and broken, busted and buried
But still smart enough to not get married
Sunken and smoking, shortened and sorry
Writing and waiting, walking with worry
And after all these years, I’m in no hurry
Drinking and driving, diving and ducking
Fighting and falling, farting and f**king
I quit trying and started sucking
Covered and quiv’ring, calling and keeping
Whining and whimp’ring, wailing and weeping
Because from good seed comes no reaping