I Can't Get Too Upset
Somehow, I just cannot manage to get too upset about the sorry state of the world. Breathing in and breathing out that's what life is all about. As for fat cats and their wars, they are fatuous, vacuous bores. So tell me now, "The sky is falling!" Thank God, their Mothers will soon be calling, "Time for supper; Time to eat. Put down your thumper and have a treat." For some must go and some must stay. You hurt your friends with stupid play. We said, "No hitting!" You said, "I'll be good." And, so... Sign in to see full entry.