Days Are Dogs

I am today, yelling instructions to tomorrow
Begging its forgiveness for what ah I do now
Because these days are all dogs, distracted by their assholes
The smell of rotting carcasses, warmed by the sun
Half covered in snow but the parts left exposed
Smell so delectable

I am tonight and the morning of tomorrow
Doing penance for last week, for the chances left untaken and
The things we didn't do, because, ah, safety is poison
And we now have no regrets, without regrets we have no progress
I'd rather have had syphilis and gout
Than leave you suffering an incensated out

I am the last day of your life, lived beyond all expectation
My wives and concubines are all fecund and pulchritudinous
And I hope that that's correct, the way I used pulchritudinous
I pity all the dead, who are not here to witness
The omniscious creases, sweet baby Jesus
If I can't take it with me, I'll have it all now

I am the rattle, here trapping you to death
Unlucky you were cursed to have been born here first
Between us and our desires, shitty trinkets and diversions
That barely make it worth
Crushing the life out of your chest, being frank I almost didn't nearly
Stay home watching baseball - at the last minute decided