My tea is lukewarm
My tone of voice forlorn
I would have a girl friend but I have sworn
I will be free
and I am too childish to bear any responsibility
My tv is five years old and doesn’t have ultra HD
It also pains me it doesn’t do 3D
My clothes have holes but they are not designer fashion
I have been told to spend so I do not save
I grow depraved
not being thankful
But that is what I have been taught
by advertising
So why is it surprising I am depressed and unhappy?
I definitely not a happy chappy
When my wifi doesn’t work
When my cds are scratched
When my socks don’t match
When it rains I am disgusted
The weather man is someone I trusted
and yet I live a life that others would kill for
Still I don’t see further than my pants draw
I need more boxers
But come on who’s eaten my chocolate stash
I am due a sugar rush and then I will crash.