The words may not scan if you try to read it as a poem. However, it fits to the tune…
I’m the obligatory orphan
There’s one in nearly every show
It’s my job to jerk the tears from your eyes
And turn your heart from stone…
My mummy didn’t love me
My daddy beat me black and blue
If only you’d adopt me
You know you really do want to…
I’ve probably got no future
Simply more abuse and pain
And when I’ve finished singing
I’ll crawl back into my drain…
I eat the rotten vegetables that other people throw
At others in the stocks
And then at night when I crawl back in my drain
I fall asleep on the excrement and rocks…
(Chorus) Those shitty rocks
I don’t want you to pity me
Or notice as you pass me by
I’ll just whisper, please sir, have a nice day
As I crawl away and die…
I’m just the obligatory orphan
Looking at the stars up above
Praying that someday, someone will come my way
And show me a little love (Disney type angelic chorus)
(Child coughs then looks at audience and says) “Don’t worry, it’s only Tuberculosis”.
Dickensian and dystopian.
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The people that I write about always seem to have unhappy lives or tragic endings…
do you think that I may have some underlying issues that need specialist help?
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I’m not the guy to ask… I’m more patient than therapist myself.
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Oh. Well. If it’s only Tuberculosis…
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Yes… It could have been worse…
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