Well Wisher - Swingin Utters

Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale,

pissy ale

Stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave

But a glassy stare you’ve lost it all boy, and so young

I’ll remember times like these with a bit of satisfaction

I remember somber days and with more to come, surely won’t forget them

Stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin

A slim bit of poise he says «I'll take you down with one blow»

And though we laugh, he does quite well

These are times where we all look onward not what’s now

But what’s to come a lot of pride and a shade of hope

Am I the only one who gets the fucking joke?