Pity Party

I am throwing a pity party

who wants to come?

No need to bring a present,

maybe some rum.

Take the left from Route Fed Up,

drive until you see the red house with the black roof.

We shall sing and carry our key,

I sure hope the neighbours walls are sound proof.

Tonight is our night to let out those blues.

We will yell and stomp and ignite a few fuse.

See I’m fed up of a big bad world when I am  89% a good girl.

Everything always turn sour and I am sick and tired of all life’s twisted knit and purl.

See how the 90% bad guys always win, well I’m frustrated with  that shit.

So we will raise our voices and a glass too, tonight we will forget that one bottomless pit.

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