Every day
I’m put out of humor
by the way the physical world behaves.
I’m put out of humor
by the way the physical world behaves.
I don’t say what’s physical's depraved
by nature,
but not a day
by nature,
but not a day
goes by
when the carpet doesn’t grab a chair
I’m trying to move, behaving
when the carpet doesn’t grab a chair
I’m trying to move, behaving
contrary to my
wishes. Saying I’m annoyed doesn’t cover
it. One of these days
wishes. Saying I’m annoyed doesn’t cover
it. One of these days
I’m going to have it out in
spades
with nature
and the uncooperative way it behaves.
with nature
and the uncooperative way it behaves.
I’ll die
for nature, it’s fair
to say. But that’ll be the day
the sky rainsfor nature, it’s fair
to say. But that’ll be the day
gin from a pewter shaker.
Every day I bitch about the way
this creature aboard Noah’s ark behaves.
