Russell G. Robison


Rotting from the inside out
Is what the doctors say
There’s just too much inside me
That desires to go away

It is an odd sensation
When there’s parts inside of you
Debating working hours
And they’ve got a union too

I’ve always tried to say it plain
About the street I’m on
We all must walk upon that path
The road that leads to gone

Opinions vary so I’m told
The distance left to go
So I just keep on walking
Though my step is growing slow

I know I’m on a slippery slope
And way past overdue
This is just another update
On the fate of you know who