In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
Full of things
I do not know.
Not sure yet
which way to go.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
Full of dimwits,
Full of “fun,”
I cannot wait
’til this day’s done.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
But no angels
can save me now.
Nor a Brahmin,
nor sacred cow.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
Come what may,
come what might,
this is my
gas inducing plight.
