Dedicated to Ella, the Brit who has less than half a wit Nobody keeps track of what you do, Nobody cleans up the mess that is you, You participate in this skirmish, One without beginning, end or purpose, Your entire life is dedicated to this task, Your entire life is a waste if you ask, You don't even know on what side you are on, Or even what the hell that goes on. All you do is creep on the floor, All you think about is to do is some more, You perform your mindless fantasy, Which cannot possibly be understood.