Outside it's been snowing For more than a week, The winter wind's blowing With blood-chilling shriek; Inside we've no fuel No meat and no bread— My Gawd, life is cruel! And all hope is fled. My sweetheart has died of A cyanide pill; She lies by the side of My half-brother Bill, Who's stabbed in three places Including the neck! How calm are their faces Amid all the wreck! So, listless and flaccid, I sit here and think; With carbolic acid All ready to drink. I've murdered, unheeding, My uncles and aunts, For I have been reading A Russian Romance! |