The Life of the Namby-Pamby

Tears rolled down. Face wrinkled. A little shout comes a frown. I am weak and fickled, Life is hard, I am sad. Life is for the ironclad, But am a frail lad. Controlled by emotions, And also swayed by affection. All hands on deck, Does not fall under my purview, I'd rather rest my neck, Go on vacation for a nice view. I guess its time to throw in the towel, Then right back to my comfort zone. Pick up my phone, browse and be alone, Then to the kitchen for ready made food to fill my bowel. Sleep, wake up and sleep again, Your admonisions are in vain. Give me an umbrella cos the sun is shinning, I can't risk exposing my skin to drying. Such is the life of the namby-pamby, then little by little failure creeps in.