Oh the world is so terrible cold and cruel
No-one loves me I’m so sad
The trees laugh in contemptuous scorn
Blood red sunrise through sky is torn.

The drip drip drip of tears on my socks
I might as well be dead and gone
Lightning strikes as if in pain
The sky is crying disguised as rain.

Why am I?
What am I?
Why do I care?
Perhaps I’d feel better if I bleached my hair?

Maybe I’d be happier with tattooed knees?
Or tried to make a tune each time I sneeze?
Or just start a circus of well trained fleas?
Or carved my likeness out of cheese?
Or just stopped rhyming things with ease?
Someone stop me. Help me – Please!!!
I’m tempted to write a line that ends with squeeze.

But I won’t.

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