I feel the need quelquefois to express my daily depression.
FEAST ye happy few on the morsels of meaninglessness I have provided for your delight:
The United Postal Service is giving me grief,
I decided to turn over a new leaf,
but there was mold on the other side,
or whatever those fuzzy things are. I can't decide.
Radio stations weren't in the mood
to play any songs besides about some boy who's rude,
I'm ready for the Christmas songs, I won't lie
except The Little Drummer Boy makes me cry. a lot.
Dear God, another Christmas keeping company on a cot,
and explaining to relatives why it's a roommate I've got,
instead of a fiance or boyfriend or lascivious lover,
Christmas is coming and I'm taking cover.
to play any songs besides about some boy who's rude,
I'm ready for the Christmas songs, I won't lie
except The Little Drummer Boy makes me cry. a lot.
Dear God, another Christmas keeping company on a cot,
and explaining to relatives why it's a roommate I've got,
instead of a fiance or boyfriend or lascivious lover,
Christmas is coming and I'm taking cover.
