how can we want the best for you
how can we not hate and rile
and haul all the negatives of saddened minds
when all we have is dreariness and mediocrity
some low skilled Johnny in overalls as lover
a project flat and three screaming babies
no Prince Charming debonair and wise
is going to come courting
no sleek limousine to cruise in comfort
or dinner at some swanky bistro
no witty or smart conversation
no funny jokes that makes you feel good
no chilled wines or champagne a times
no great lover that makes your knees buckle
no cherished ways that makes you feel special and loved
just witless Tyrone or Micky or Winstone or Paul
or all of them who meet up later to compere notes
so tell me why I should not hate
tell me why I should not be bitter and frustrated
why should another have a Prince
when I know I will never have
my own Prince Charming