I'Ve Got Allergies

I'VE GOT ALLERGIES I have got some really awful allergies, brought on with life I wake up in the morning, and I can't even stand the wife The flamin’ cats are scratching, their fur full of darn mites My skin is burning from the swells of their damn flea bites The kids are obnoxious; they’ve all given me a nasty rash That strangely disappears, when on given "em some cash The flamin’ wife is no better, until I am filling up her purse No choice really I don’t want see my rashes getting worse And, all of this before I even get out of my own front door Working whilst as having a moment to pick away at a sore The boss gives me a headache as he piles on the workload To short breaks gives my digestion issues another episode The lass next to me, is overloaded with her cheap perfume And even to her smelly armpits I am afraid I’m not immune In summer I have hay fever and in winter its mould spores While all of “em heading towards me, in their flamin’ scores I really don’t know if I am better inside, or being out-doors Because . . . When it comes to life’s allergies it never just rains, it pours Indiana Shaw . . . : / "I am also allergic to Boris, Trump, and to other political agendas" . . . : (