You find sadness in the drunken man,
who is asleep in the street,
yet he finds his happiness,
in what makes his heart weak.
You feel sorry for the woman,
who lost her baby girl,
she has a violent disposition,
that baby would have hated the world.
You feel happiness in the summer,
when you're at a white wedding,
the groom will die in the car crash,
not such a happy ending.
You feel tired at the wheel,
of your shiny 4 by 4,
put pressure on the pedal,
and put the roof on the floor.
I'm fed up with reading love poems,
they always make me sick,
because the world is out to get you,
no happy ending, the world is just a prick.
