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.
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