He sat in the dark in his lonely bed-sitter
Feeling sad and frustrated and angry and bitter,
His girlfriend had annoyed him and he wanted to hit her
For calling him 'stuck up' and a 'pompous bull-shitter',
He was sick and tired listening to her superficial chatter,
It was the sort of complacency that he longed to shatter,
There was lots he could teach her if only she'd listen,
He could make a real difference, it was part of his mission
But she never would tell him just what was the matter,
What a childish young woman, what a miserable creature!
At least he thought lots about the human condition,
At least he'd read Camus and Sartre and Nietzsche! !
To hell with the girl, he was going to dump her,
He'd do it tonight and then he'd feel better!
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