I've just realised what a miserable sod I must be coming over as.
It is easy to be bitter, and to curse the world at large.
The target is a sitter, soft as butter, soft as marge.
So I'll try to see the doughnut...not the hole.
Pause...more pause....extra long pause!!
Well I'll try to look at small things, little things that melt our hearts.
Little puppies, little kittens, chocolate eggs and apple tarts.
Sweet happy little moments when things all go right for once.
(come on, there must be some there...well, I,ve had three holes in ones)
So you see I'm not all gloomy, and I'm quite kind to my cat.
And I'm sure there's good times coming, I mean..living in the first Australian dictatorship, draconian security laws that nobody objects to Because they don't reckon it's going to take a dollar out of their pocket, not like those rotten I.R. laws, and the world is shrivelling up like a dessicated apple, while millionaires abound giving, none of it away, and newsmedia whip up frenzies for drug traffickers and turn their backs to the sufferers... and where was I?? You know what? I cling on to life because I don't want to miss what comes next. Will the saucers land? Will God's great hand reach down and clean our mess? Will we learn to dwell in our self made hell, can we hope for nothing less? Time will tell.....I can't.