The world is bland, cruel, and dim,

And things are starting to look grim,

No jobs, no money, no hope for tomorrow,

Everyone needs just a bit to borrow.

But no one has any hope to lend,

No one has any joy to spend.

People are just scraping by,

With a smaller piece of the pie.

All chance for happiness is lost,

Out the window hope is tossed,

We live, we die, that’s all there is,

Maybe leave a couple kids.

There is no plan, no grand design,

But you know what? That’s just fine.

I don’t need some cosmic web,

To affect my joy’s flow and ebb.

I won’t go from rags to riches,

I might end up digging ditches,

But I won’t let it trouble me,

Because in the end I can see,

It doesn’t matter what you own,

Who you have sets the tone.

As long as you have family and friends,

You can ignore any silly trends,

They’ll make your world free of strife.

If you’ve got that, well then you’re set for life.