Last Day

Spinning 'round this world of doom,

I can't do anything but swing this broom.

Cleaning this floor of dirt and grime,

Cleaning up the messy crime.

There's not much to show for Ray,

Just that this guy had his last day.

Among the blood and mistrewn brain,

There was a show of struggle and strain.

I kicked and fought the bad man off,

Yet at my feeble attempts I heard him scoff.

I wish it hadn't come to this,

Afterall, ignorance isn't really bliss.

If there's anything left to say,

With every crime comes a price to pay.