Well, you know, sometimes I find myself…
Wishing for contentment,
hoping for relentment
venting my resentment on the happy few
Awaiting resolution,
and dreams of restitution
finding retribution’s just another thing to do
You’ve got to keep yourself busy,
visit Aunt Lizzy
just see how she’s been
But when you’re making a late run
two judgmental matrons retort,
see what I mean?
A seeming reprobation,
perhaps it’s my vocation.
a nauseous elation comes to mind
but it fades so soon.