'Twas long ago, I still recall,
Ill-fated, out of luck -
When sad misfortune came to fall,
And misadventure struck.
Amidst the foolish haste of youth,
I moved with artless grace -
Incognizant of risk, in truth,
And dangers soon to face.
For what, I ask, more woeful way
Could any person pick?
Reminded each and every day...
Alas, I stabbed my dick.