Maggots

The maggots feed they feed on him

Well some they laugh and some give in

You cannot breathe the putrid air

The bastard’s dead and no one cares

There are no relatives or friends

The sad condolences descend

The pauper’s grave is all that’s left

No one to pay their last repects

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty and so poor

Your life was right your life was wrong

The virtues and the vice all gone

His mother’s heart would surely wrench

To see the poverty and stench

A social worker does discard

A box of letters and postcards

The only records of a life

That now has passed into the light

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty and so poor

Do you ever wonder that you’d be

Left all alone and lonely

The same as him on Judgement Day

Left all alone to fade away

Because you lack the social skills

And then grow old and then grow ill

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty and so poor

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty and so poor

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty and so poor

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty and so poor

To die in filth in filth obscure

To die so dirty dirty dirty

dirty dirty dirty dirty and so poor