Jun 01, 2007 13:51
it seems the rain in spain falls mainly on my brain
and life (as it is) continues to drive me insane
if luck is a lady
mine has PMS
whose dealings are shady
and declines to confess
she hates me.
stanza 2:
envy is
one of the seven
sins assured to
keep you from heaven
since life is (undoubtedly) unfair
while some slog ,others live without care
to lament this
in silence or out loud
is more or less
to be knitting your shroud
but how can one defy human nature
to always want a greener pasture
while im sure the holy are getting on well
i , for one, am going straight to hell
i hate everything , can you tell..
how i love this country
where arts is a science
of imitation
where everything has a limitation
where to walk in the street and stand out
(without the proper backing and clout)
is to be a target of consternation
a marked object for obliteration
(in a social sense , of course)
for the kind citizens never resort to force
(for wont of daring)