Lomass in high spirits

I need a drink, some more

Bar price, I can afford

But can’t sneak fine wine through the door

Shan’t go there anymore

 

I can’t have, a baby

Didn’t say, I can’t conceive

Brutal, this body be

Time cannot fly for me

Or me, or me, or meeeeee

 

Can’t have a baby

A horror of heredity

The ultimate tragedy

Life’s cruellest epitome