All My Plans Are Retrograde

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My life is moving in reverse.
The world I seek nowhere be found.
I must admit fair measure ‘fraid
now all my plans are retrograde.

Dreams turned sour, up in smoke.
Past now present mocks my soul.
Sometimes feel like I’m being played
cause all my plans are retrograde.
The beds I’ve made are dearly paid,
My bones now shattered, retrograde.

Upon my headstone, two words suffice.
I warn you now these words ain’t nice.
I made those beds, I ask no pity.
To all who visit, I roar TOUGH TITTY!