I've wrote a book,
Please take a look,
It will leave you feeling tense,
The critics say I'm just a crook,
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I bumped into God the other day,
His face I couldn't see,
Gloves on his hands and looking away,
I asked him, why won't you look at me.
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I've just arrived at Heavens gate,
But nobody's here to greet me,
I'm rich and powerful I shouldn't wait,
Why don't they come to meet me?
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We have lost the ability to care for others,
Our greed and self- interest, our conscience it smothers,
We no longer care for our sisters or brothers,
The question we must ask is why.
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When born we sook,
Just a little bit,
By hook or crook,
We do love a tit.
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Our abilities are profound,
An intelligence that's high,
A being that's renowned,
We'll forever ask why.
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As I ponder my reflection,
Am I going mad,
Do I need correction,
Am I really that sad.
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They drive us mad,
Help us when sad,
We can but try to fulfil their desires,
Just being there they make us glad,
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There'll be no interruption,
No cause for disruption,
Tell me what's wrong with a fiddle,
The Human Race is filled with corruption,
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A woman's work is never done,
Being one is just no fun,
Beware the moaning has just begun.
Life just isn't fair.
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