‘How do I feel? Like death that’s been warmed twice.’
Hold your tongue—you bloody fool—they’ll guess.
What should I care?
You know you do.
Come on, be fair...
Easy for you..
Why burden them with your unholy mess?
OK. But I’m growing tired of liar’s dice.

I’m sure—and as the going gets more tough
It won’t get easier. Now tell a joke.
‘A man drops by
A public house,
Unzips his fly,
Out pops a mouse...’
Not that one! Christ, you’ll have the blighters choke.
They’ll choke on more than that, friend, soon enough.