Stuck in a bucket of Vasoline
Capped tightly by black cellophane
Punching to free myself from this
Mouthful of shit I’ve just gone insane
Always rushing down the river of pis
Looking out I see boats
Rowing upstream to escape the terror
Waving and laughing as they pass me by
I’m screaming, cussing and flipping them off
They’re laughing some more as I begin to cry
I can’t breathe in this as I begin to die