He exiled himself on the 3.30pm train,
he exiled himself to Spain.
He sat on the beaches far out of the reaches of his family, who did not understand him or his brain.
Yes, he exiled himself on the 3.30pm train,
he exiled himself to Spain,
to get away from the local drug dealers,
who were like vultures,
always trying to feast on him and his money every day,
and he had no reason no reason to complain,
and he lived frugally and took his time to repair his mind,
repair his mind,
from the devilish forces that he had left behind,
the drugs and the alcohol,
which had swallowed him up whole,
and which could have easily left him dead,
and they really did have a good go,
at trying to kill him and had really addled his brain,
and so, he exiled himself on the 3.30pm train,
he exiled himself to Spain,
and he went to live in the middle of nowhere,
in the sunshine in a village by the coast,
and he felt refreshed and anew,
and any way what good is killing yourself,
because of the undue influences of those,
who do not have your best interests at heart,
because that is no good and poor form for the mind,
the mind that will only rot away in their company,
and tear you apart
and yes, he was glad,
glad that he had exiled himself on the 3.30pm train,
glad that he had exiled himself to Spain,
glad to be away from the drug dealers,
who pursued him night and day,
glad to be away from the drug dealers,
who wanted to be paid, and who threatened him,
when they did not get their own way,
for anathema they are to decent people everywhere,
who so easily get sucked in, sucked in on a whim,
and easily tempted by something new,
and oh, how easy it is too,
and he is healthy and much happier,
and he cannot complain,
and he is glad,
having exiled himself to Spain on the 3.30pm train,
a far better option than overdosing and dying far too early,
and lying in an early grave,
lying in an early grave.