I Channel Quevedo

Hey, life! Nobody answers? WTF?
Ah life! Nobody answers me. Well, what did I expect?
All the years that I have lived, fate, fate has chewed my days.
Back through the decades I have lived, my days all ripped by fortune.
My insanity has covered my hours.
Madness has hidden my time.
Without knowing how or where, my youth and health have vanished.
Without the ability to know where or how, my strength and happiness have fled.
Visiting the living, there's no misery that doesn't surround me.
Attending to calamity, there's no obligation that doesn't bury me alive.
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow hasn't arrived, and today is fading.
Yesterday's dissolved, tomorrow has not yet come, and today without even a "Screw you, buddy!" is disappearing on me.
For much of my life, I have been tired, I may well be tired tomorrow, but today, today I am completely without energy.
I was, I am, and I will (tired though I am) continue to pretend to exist.
Yesterday and tomorrow and today, we are all in this dreck together.
In the today, the tomorrow, and the yesterday, there is no "you," there is no "I," there is just "we."
Soiled diaper to immaculate shroud, I've witnessed a fucking unending parade of decay.
Matricides, fratricides homicides, suicides—I've endured a continuous shitload of grief!