The Fleas of a Thousand Camels

I am fed up, I want to take stock, Of all things I could not stop. The things I bought that all went wrong, Down to the clock that will not bong. The time I’ve wasted standing in queues, The money I’ve wasted, but not on shoes. To the annoying “Jobs Worths” out there, I hope that some one somewhere hears my prayer. I get fed up and angry at best, With anyone that’s like the rest. I am not perfect that I know But at least you know I’ll have a go. So for all those people that irk you too I hope the same thought goes for you That the fleas of a thousand camels will rest In any and all of there liberty vests.