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Life Truly is not Fair
Class divisions and the Iraq war.
Did the one cause the other?
I wonder.
Who gives a damn what I wonder?
I feel put down, trampled,
so I decry life's injustices.
Maybe if you uplifted me,
I'd regard this hell as good and great.
Have fun, all, because I'm having a ball.
It was a good time, it was the best time.
Have a drink, Celia. I'm having one.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
I learn to cope.
I learn to understand.
I need the psychology of human suffering.
Sometimes I don't know if I'm allright.
Please, please, send me the magic to transform the difficulty.
I want that.
I'm left with uncaring and unfeeling people.
It's all unfair: the "left-ness" of life.
Hey, I don't give a damn! the computer whiz with a fortune says.
Spits at me for taking too much of his time.
I don't count, I'm too low. How dare I?
Let me get back to this business of the war.
I like to talk, it's free.
Afghanistan, Aunt Agnes, step on a landmine,
break your mother's back. OK?
President Sakashvili, they're taking all your
beautiful property. The values of the West don't count.
I can't get a job,
my son's been killed,
the welfare check is not enough.
I haven't the evidence for all the unfairness.
And, what's worse, I don't know where the court is anyway.
Did the one cause the other?
I wonder.
Who gives a damn what I wonder?
I feel put down, trampled,
so I decry life's injustices.
Maybe if you uplifted me,
I'd regard this hell as good and great.
Have fun, all, because I'm having a ball.
It was a good time, it was the best time.
Have a drink, Celia. I'm having one.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
I learn to cope.
I learn to understand.
I need the psychology of human suffering.
Sometimes I don't know if I'm allright.
Please, please, send me the magic to transform the difficulty.
I want that.
I'm left with uncaring and unfeeling people.
It's all unfair: the "left-ness" of life.
Hey, I don't give a damn! the computer whiz with a fortune says.
Spits at me for taking too much of his time.
I don't count, I'm too low. How dare I?
Let me get back to this business of the war.
I like to talk, it's free.
Afghanistan, Aunt Agnes, step on a landmine,
break your mother's back. OK?
President Sakashvili, they're taking all your
beautiful property. The values of the West don't count.
I can't get a job,
my son's been killed,
the welfare check is not enough.
I haven't the evidence for all the unfairness.
And, what's worse, I don't know where the court is anyway.
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Life Truly is not Fair
Life Truly is not Fair