STRESSED

 

I gave up the fags over a year ago

I miss them now so much you know

I’m overweight by over fifty pounds

I’m getting old and getting round

My house is far too small to fit

And I have no money to extend it

I’m now leaving middle age behind

My face is really creased and lined

My hair shows age without a doubt

What isn’t Grey has now fallen out

With the same work for thirty years

Giving all, blood sweat and tears

I’ve hated my job I really have to say

But needs must at the end of the day

The job I hate I've been doing so long

Where oh where did I go so wrong

I should feel heartily depressed

All broken, strained and stressed

But life’s not so bad, God forbids

If you happen to have a wife and kids