yet you sustain life

you're being pulled into quicksand

the walls consume you,

but there are no ropes around 

and you've forgotten how to tie a proper knot

the walls kid, they keep half you in and the rest stay out

so people can still call you and watch you

as you hang therein

not properly there, but not properly here

only having the strength to eat and to sleep

yes, you still sustain life

in this great jest of esse

but i declare absurdity and run off

and so you go ahead and quaff,

quaff that Molotov like a fucking Romanov