Oh Woe Is Me

Oh woe is me. Life is bad. Things are horrible. I live in pure sad. I drag my lethargic body Through mire, muck and mud. Down in the mouth always, A true Elmer Fudd. All things are terrible. I feel ugly and sick. You cannot help or uplift me. My brain skull is thick. I focus on all bad things I know. Life is full of meaningful powerful woe. Oh woe is me. The days are brutally long. Come back here, I want to sing my death song. In spite of your realization, there is simply no gray. Life is horrible and bad, ridiculously ugly and sad. My friends are all gone, they have all run away. In my world anyway, things are awful and bad.