up slowly, fixing his fancy silk tie

He got lifeless eyes; he one unholy

sight; he got no feeling from head

to toeless feet.

Got to be the sole-survivor of WW3

He just now do what he please; he

constantly wear gas mask for his

protection - lungs shot; he got

jammed up breathing.

He got protective suit; he shoot morphine

He say "i got side-affects, don't know me"

One thing i can tell you is it sets me free

This drug come together right over me

He soon be bagged for morgue production.

He got solo sideboard in bank cellar; he one

spinal craked when ceiling caved in; hold his

dead wife in his arms to feel her radiation

disease; he got early warning; he fingered

nuclear button.

He got contaminated water to drink; k rations

to eat; motionless dog companion - he say

"one and one and one is three;" can't look in

broken mirror "cause got to be good-looking

'cause he's so hard to see."

Mean Mr. Mustard got no sleep; he got

nightmare dreams; got no escape from

reality; he destined to live alone; he pay

for his mistake; he got guilt; still searches

around for anyone to forgive him . . .

'2008' RLS