Here we are again
And I'm the only one
That's sane in this crowd
And I wish I was done
Others can't get enough
Well I definitely have
This place is nothing but stress
And the source of all my wrath
People say it's my fault
That I don't have a good time
Listing all of their offenses, well
I'd just run out of paper and rhyme
I have yet to discover
A time when I was proud
Because most of the time
I find myself in doubt
So I stick with my conclusion
I made since the first day
This will be the worst four years
And it is going to stay that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem