When you're in bed and feeling bad
There's not much you can do
Except take pills and pay the bills
Be glad you don't also have the flu
The very good news is, my friend
That life could be a whole lot worse
You could be in the ambulance
The Black Maria or the hearse
You could have broken one more tooth
Found black ants in the white flour bin
Or found holes in your leaking roof
Burglars! The children let them in
You left ten dogs in a hot car
Put salt in coffee, burned the toast
Somebody else has burned your bra
Put mushrooms in the Sunday roast
You bought a lovely, brand new house
The worksmanship is shoddy
You moved into a lively city
But don't know anybody
You bought a detective triology
Already guessed the end
You've a thousand likes on Facebook
But I'm your only friend.
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