Do You Sometimes Feel This Way?

Hebetudinous life slipping away, With the tick tock of the clock Killing me every disgruntling second, Of every bloody hour of every day This preposterous plague of sadness Prohibiting my pleasures Dictating the dose strength of my badness In its self-contradictory unbalanced measures Do we have to live this way?... We suppose to have an equal balance of choices… In life Not a spunkless ride on an emotionally, impetuous, Inconsolable, nagging wife Or numbed in a repetitive dull pointless job In the pursuit of happiness being over worked under paid While the credit crunch rides cataclysmic waves and we say “No Prob” Can’t even come home and release the stress, oversexed under laid The morbid thought of attaining lottery success Just so we can shaft the misses and work place I suppose those that have is bliss I must confess To pull down your pants, bend over and say “in your face” Hmmmm The Hebetudinous life slipping away, With the tick tock of the clock Killing me every disgruntling second, Of every bloody hour of every day