A Kind Of Life

I don’t lead the kind of life
that lends itself to verse.
I really have to dredge it up,
this stuff I label ‘truth’.
From deep and dark and long ago,
I mine thin veins of angst
and say: boo-hoo, it’s really tough
you know, just being me.
You won’t believe the half of it!
Trust me, you were not there
when times were hard, back in the day.
God, you lot don’t know you’re born,
et cetera. You get the gist.
Why put up with this crap?