A poem by Bazooka title "Worked"

Does this life last long or what?

Good feelings come and go though

When I go, will it be the same up there or wherever we go?

Bad feelings can be a pain

Used up lust but fun

When it’s all done, I’ll go home

On a spiritual road outside of this dome

Here I am now, dead spread ready to be taken

Could it be that I won’t get that taxi

Maybe I’ll get a slide into the fryer

That’s my luck when I trample over my bucket

At least I always manage to laugh in the rain

You look up just to do the same

My eyes always burn and tears relieve

Can I buy good feelings up there?

It seems like I have to here

Dreams burn up quick in this fair

Street lights light my way but I don’t know where to go

With my black suit ready for the morgue

I still laugh when rain ruins my suit

I say this and I hope you agree

Just get out

And enjoy the work in a place

Where we can buy good things

With smiles and laughter