Bloody Awful Days
by cricketjeff on August 19, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
On days like that some people kick the cat
Or get blind drunk and pitch into a fight
I’d rather find a friend to sit and chat
Until it’s time to kiss and say goodnight
On days like these you cannot fight the gods
The easiest of tasks will go awry
You lose each bet despite the winning odds
There’s nothing left but letting out a sigh
On other days at least so I’ve been told
The world is yours to do with as you will
Each rusty nail’s revealed as hidden gold
So grab a fork it’s time to eat your fill
Whatever days arrive to bother me
I hope you’ve better days across the sea
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