ever had those days of nagging
the ears are punch drunk
taking lefts rights and upper cuts
the retinue of blows are countless
this follows that
it's punching bag material
you know how Joe Frazier felt
when he left the ring
stunned to stupification
ever had those days of bagging
nothing you attempt to do for people
turns out as it should
everything ends up pear shaped
and asymmetrical
the best is done to fix the problems
without the proper tools
a jack of trades
is a cunning fool
a master
is a pilot ace
who do they think you are
some super hero
ever had those days of ragging
pot shot are taken
keeping you on your feet
like Ginger and Fred
doing a four two step
you hope a sniper doesn't lay in wait
hitting the all important red dot
notice how rabbits
dart and dance
not wanting to take up the spot light
ever had those days of slagging
the words are directed
like hacking scissors
chopping a crooked edge
at your sleeve
leaving you at the whim of humiliation
you dignity left in tattered shreds
where's a seamstress
when you want one
at a stop work meeting
shop stewards are thugs
and stand over merchants
no one comes to your rescue
have you ever had those days
none of us are immune