I sold my soul to Satan because I was drunk and bored.
Hell and brimstone is a nice change from that woman.
The way she nags at me is far sharper than any pitchfork.
It was true misery at first ****.

Oh and don’t even get her started about trying to have any fun.
She makes me truly envy all the dumb and deaf people.
It’s been twenty years far too long.

A functional routine is a just a necessary evil I suppose.