Woe is me, woe is me,
Life has been unfair to thee,
A warm house, a full belly;
I have it bad, can’t you see?
A leather throne upon I sit,
Flaunting curses, rage and spit,
My poetry, an enigmatic fit;
Can't you see, can’t you see?
Party-less most every night,
Obtuse parents I do fight,
My cashmere fits much too tight;
Injustice! Can’t you see?
In desolate lands now meanwhile,
A plague upon mankind so vile,
I watch the screen with but a smile;
What about me? Can’t you see?
