The foggy 

     cantankerous dice throwing

      of le vie

     De chose 

        Breaking the arm

    On the breakfast cart

   See?

    No? oh well

    Let's try agin 

    Take the wheel

 It's a tribulation 

   Of sorts

   We see the past

      In our fog

         The hills 

    Speak 

   "Hey fuckstick"

  What are you cryin bout now?

My arm

Is broke

    Oh

 I'm sorry