Stop the World....

I blush when I think about the makeup Of Man. At birth he's weak and insecure He's helpless, ignorant- a little pup Has more going for him than this treasure. And when he matures, mental growth is slight. He whines and pines and broods o'er picayune Events: It's too hot! I'm cold! That's too tight! I hate my job! That cost too much! A tune That's sung ad infinitum-- Maddening! There's absolutely no relief from it. He lies and cheats exaggerates most things. Befuddles, muddles, meddles, throws a fit. He battles, tattles, prattles--Stop! Enough I say, stop the world I want to get off!