this shit has the "F" word in it - such is life

Like a grizzly bear opus
Like a slithering octopus
Such is your divine right
To make the most of it
Your life that is
Is like soda pop fiz
It fizzes out
after a bit
or more likely a sip
like a miserable misfit
Unless you pour more
More Of yourself
Into that tin can meaning
The tang of a divorcee’
Held together by papier-mâché
With a world of wonder
Every “why” has a wherefore
Every whore has their heart torn
So therefore we mourn
Like a teeth less chap
Who scours a map
To find his home
His home away from them
So he can breathe
And quit the tricks
The tricks in his head
Who tease him and leave
sarcastic little comments
About his golden globe dreams
-Something that dreams mean-
Enough to cause a scene
In his imagination
You’ve fist fought the best
Now take your little chance
Your fuck you to the man
Oops a Freudian slip
Curse that evil lip
The beginning to your end
Your face in the mud
the spit to your chin
To pull yourself up
To let love in
inching closer to an end
It’s rained on you before
you scream more, more, more
Nothing more than a drip
Now cut the cord
Stop sucking the nip
Spit out that shit
you've had it with this
kick out and react
reject and hit back
And cruise,………
To the bottom of this broken barrel
every "why" has a wherefore