I looked to the sky, lying supine, languishing in self pity. That is a figure of defeat, an example of wishful thinking coming to nought.
Oh, the ridicule and, the pain.
Sour, demoralising,
and DEADly.
Perhaps... ...

I saw this quote somewhere: 'Even if you do learn to speak correct English, whom are you going to speak it to?'
Oh yes, who are u going to speak to?