I work and work and little spend,
But still have damn all in the end.
To clear this buzzing in my head,
It’s coffee; Aspirin; off to bed.
Tomorrow, if I feel the same
I'll probably get drunk again.
I think, sagely, a chap once said
‘The pain won’t stop until you're dead’.
Jesting's a form of comic play
That helps to keep the blues away.
The smallest thing can set you off
A blank-faced look, a stifled cough.
Funnies all bottled up inside
Are not an easy thing to hide.
Mugs look much better when they're cracked
Amusement’s crucial, that’s a fact.
So let it out, it’ll do no harm,
- 'Cept land you in the funny farm.