Susan lane her maiden name,
She covers it now, with a dubious shame,
For she bloody fought, all that is rot
And she lost the battle which was a trot

To insanity, she fought her way,
And she could not control, to her dismay
the occurrences of life, joy and strife,
And it all sunk with a blot.

Now, Hellene Kelly,her unhailed boss,
Covers the mistake with unholy moss,
Says, it's a mess, dying in distress
And her blood shall never clot.

Some men decide the life of others, what an irony,
And voices sink, vampires drink, in this cacophony,
Give it a shot, all you have got, to fight this tyranny
And if you lose, you are a goose, though it might be uncanny.

For you shall be shot, believe it or not, that's the rule of the world,
And you shall know, I don't know how, the life is unfurled,
And you shall cry, Why me O' God, but nobody shall hear
All are fucked, but they never show that, and that's the truth dear.


Give it another shot, that's all you got, you might lose or win,
Nobody lives, or nobody dies, it's the story of could have been
So say your prayer, and lie on pyre, wishing there's no match stick,
And perhaps then, you might know, who gave Susan the Kick

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