Gone
just like a bitter pint,
Swiftly down in one;
Gone
just like a shrivelled currant,
Lost inside a bun.
Gone in
mind and failing body,
Gone in spirit too;
Gone
behind the knackered bike-shed,
Gone like Scooby Doo.
Going
for a nifty fag,
Or going for a Burton;
Going
off to spy behind
The rusted iron curtain.
Gone
like opportunities,
Missed from day-to-day,
Gone,
yes I am nearly gone…
Hip-hip-hip hooray!