Hell, what is life all about anyway?
We get up for work, we pick up our pay
and waste it on things we don’t really need
For some it’s about pride, whilst others just greed.
For most it’s a struggle, to make ends meet
For your daily bread and shredded wheat
And for spending some time with those we hold dear
And for sharing a smile, not shedding a tear
Make time for others, don’t shut them all out...
You wake up, cannot feel your legs, and then you look down
Shaking off the grogginess, you note with a frown,
that the dentist standing there at the end of your bed
with a mask on his face and a cap on his head
and a syringe half filled with a Novocain blend
exclaims with a smirk “Oops sorry, wrong end!”...
