State of Affairs

Oh, life was good, the days were sunny Every taunt, every insult seemed funny, I loved all my foes and friends to a fault and ate my dessert with a pinch of salt. With a dash of vinegar, some sour cream I turned nightmare into the sweet dream, Aches, pains, cramps and shivering cold For pennies my profound thoughts I sold. I buried my legs in the sands knee deep I laugh with the wind, with the sea I weep, I frolic in the rain, waddle in the puddle the state of the world’s a pitiable muddle.