When will things go my way?
I write one of these near ev'ry morning,
But miss World Po'try day,
Don't e'en know what it was I would've wrote,
Life's been such a bollocks,
A car teetering on its two side wheels,
'Twixt a wide avenue and jagged rocks,
Towards a horizon of untold wealth,
'Bout the size of thin air,
Likely to bring me no greater comfort,
E'en if I make it there,
You're who you are,
Even if you should change,
That's only adaption to surroundings,
To cope with shit the best you can arrange.