YOU REALLY WANT TRAGEDY?

[Just Fred]

You really really want tragedy?
Tragedy is life after death
My life after Elisabeth's death
Clinging to this existence
Without the strength to die
A skeleton of a man
Where a warrior once stood

Tragedy is feigning incontinence
Because tiredness takes its toll
And it is easier to have the nurse
Smile sweetly in the morning and say;
'Never mind it was just an accident'
Than to struggle to the commode

Tragedy is eating so-called food
That comes out harder than it went in
Blended beyond recognition
But at least it passes time
Trying to guess what it is
We are putting in our mouths

Tragedy is having no children
From such a wonderful marriage
And growing old to learn
That your one and only grandson
Is one of those homosexualists
But at least I have Michelle

Tragedy is Michelle
My beautiful granddaughter
Visiting me each weekend
Instead of doing what she should
And living her life
But she smiles like a sweet archaeologist

Tragedy is having an oriental man
Hiding in your wardrobe
Shitting in your slippers
And eating your breakfast
Thieving little slit-eyed bastard
Driving me insane

Tragedy is life after death
And this is my reincarnation

[Chintee]

Tragedy, by that definition, I have not experienced.

[Pierre]

Feigning incontinence? I like that. You mean: PRETENDING to urine and faeces (or poo-poos) yourself? Kinky.

[gayboy]

Homosexualist? What kind of ****ing language is that, you old ****hole?

[Rude words edited by Edna]

[Just Fred]

A homosexualist is a ***** who likes his **** ****ed by another homosexualist.

[rude words removed by Edna]

[Count Orlok]

I would love to bite your wizened old neck, Fred.