You always say such charming things: 'What did I do or fail to do that has me living this way?' Oh the misery it brings, it must really break you; Let the ground grow a hole that'll swallow me whole.
'There's a ***** hair on the seat!' Are you over the edge this week, or will I see you again -- Stood aboard a crowded train with that same old, same old Face, so cold? Let the ground swallow me whole.
Oh it must be a dog's life you live -- it must!
I wrote this piece last night, and it's a finger in the eye of the people who complain about the stupidest things in life, yet, refuse to change them. So hard done by, but still eating three meals a day, often more; still having the most expensive clothes and gadgets. Would you shut up? I really don't want to hear your 'problems'.