Why is the grass so damn green?
And why is the sky so pristine?
The coffee’s too hot! The weather is not!
This surely is the worst I’ve seen!
Cars are too loud, bikes are too fast,
Nothing these days seems to last,
Progress, they say, but I miss the old way,
When things weren’t so overcast.
And the clock! Oh, its continuous tick,
The sound enough to make me sick!
It goes on and on, from light to dark,
Can’t someone stop it, quick?
But what can I do, but lament,
In complaining I find my content,
For in all of life’s woes, at least it shows,
I’m alive, and that’s time well spent.
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