It was a long and arduous walk; I walked and walked   
the sun followed along on top, and it was smoldering hot, 
All I wanted was the cool shady tree and a Coco-Cola. 

I wished an easy life, a demure wife, a paramour       
with a touch of class, some semblance of humor and finesse,     
but life turned out to be harsh, wife doltish, and but a fantasy.

Ensnared, entangled—to escape life is to embrace death,
As I say, like a drowning man gasping for his last breath.
O Death, pray be kind to me and set this weary wayfarer free.

Afterlife or not, let us keep this delusion alive 
let me also be entertained by the celestial nymphs 
indulge myself in nectar and ambrosia, milk, honey and wine.