Yes that's him
A man I know well
Haunted
Gaunt is he
Hunchbacked
Joker in silk and velour
Conceals a sunken chest
Curved
As a damned consumptive's
Skin and Bones
Skin and Bones
Sails and Masts
Propel his locomotion
Coffee rings and cigarette burns
All it takes, his memory returns
Hard at work
Through tedium's gravity
Hellishly heaviest of weights
To shoulder
Then shake off
The close of each day
I saw him stop
And sway with the wind
To listen for the rolling
Of chariot wheels
Look off at storm clouds
On far out horizons
Yes, everything's made
To eventually break
Nothing lasts
No constants but changе
Foul breath
Betrays vile intеntions
As slogans and sayings
Spill from my tired frame
Yet still his visage returns
And my pen only produces poison
Woe!
Misery!
Placate me!
Let this red ink flow
Through my fingers
With one intent:
May I expell this influence!
Drain Festering cyst!