Here we are,
The self-pity engineers,
We’ve moved in
Creating schemes and prayers
For you to feel
Sorry for youself.
No one ever felt thus.
No one ever created such a wonderful
Brightly lit wonderland,
Las Vegas on steroids,
Hollywood lit stream
Of self-indulgence.
Why not blame the woman who would be
President of all my woes
And Alice disappearing down a hole.
Whether being large or small
Is more important thsn what was done today.
This or that to be just so.
The colour of the rose just doesn’t suit.
And the grapes picked ever so late
Were just too early.
And the flag on the moon was fake.
The leather on my jacket though born of cows
Is just so here and now.
Yoy prefer summer over winter
And your boss is such a leech,
You’d rather be swimming on the beach.
These lies of self are no victory,
So wake up and be free.