This is my instrument of choice.
It’s one of the few in which FG-EG-DB-C doesn’t spell “chopsticks.” It spells fuhgegg duhbah ick
– which kind of sounds like “forget about it” in drunken gibberish.
So that’s what I’ll do: forget I’m not really making music, get drunk, and write gibberish.
If all was fine
for those divine,
and they knew not of want or wishing,
and if all was well
for those in Hell,
and they knew not what they were missing,
still none would take
the cross or stake,
and give up the thrill of pissing.
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