D’Arby Manor – 28th October 2024

*What does it profit a man that he gains
The whole world but loses his own soul?*
Holding on to the fantasy never explains
What happens when he reaches the goal

To the manor born where his shit don’t stink
He’s forever drunk on the power
*The honey is not as sweet as people think
And the milk’s gone fucking sour*

The empire imagined now rank and rotten
The cancer manifests within
Like everything ever, it’s all soon forgotten
Until the next man chooses to begin

Inspired by the two quotes* from Terence Trent D’Arby that I read in Charles Shaar Murray’s Shots From The Hip. I hated D’Arby’s music but it seems he wasn’t a bad guy.