I hate this cancer, It makes my hair fall off f f f my head And this double double, Nestled in the belly of Universal, Never tasted so good... So dead. I can't stuff my face fast enough A date goes on next to "us" Has it all really come to this? A burger, Not a bar. handles of hair, A mortal scar. Hours later i wake, Like a yogi in a quake, And the Treading voices, El pelo ache, Gone- swept up without much trace. The fear is being alone, Holding pillows, The solo moan, And fucking burgers, In the rain, a blinding melon, A man in vain.