Ageless game without a winner Born to die and judged a sinner And early on from just a lad Acts as if he's barking mad. What care I of fate's decree? Scurvy dog that's full of fleas, Tangled mess of chaos hair Baby teeth and old grey mare Tread the grapes and pluck the thistle Chew the fat of bloody gristle, Pardon me if it seems I'm leaning, But it seems that life's devoid of meaning