EVERYBODY'S DONE WITH ME
These craggy rocks, these craggy rocks;
I've crawled and slobbbered like a drudge,
already scraping my knees and hurting my
hands. There's hardly anything here left to cling
to. And what if I fall anyway, what of it? Five
seconds of drop and a splat on the rocks below.
Hoping I land on my head, so it's the first to go.