202 - The Fall

As I fall from the window

I can't help but admire the view

That tower over there

I'm pretty sure that's new

And over in the distance

There's an oncoming thunderstorm

But that doesn't bother me

In my coat I'm nice and warm

The air up here is pure

Unpolluted and so free

Underneath me here

There's a man trimming a tree

I'm getting faster now

Not much longer to live

They'll have to scrape me up

Run bits through a sieve

Oh look, there's Mrs Doughty

Walking with her horrid brat

They're both heading home

Back to their nasty flat

Just a few seconds more

And then I will be dead

I wonder if I'll notice

As I land on my...

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