Sometimes, I fear the approach of satanophany, Which sounds demonic, weird and uncanny, Sometimes, I’ll go out on a shopping spree, This doesn’t last long, I run out of money, Sometimes, I search for love, but I find a banshee, I don’t understand what she sees in me? Sometimes, I lose my hearing aids, pen or door key, Credit card, bus-pass, I was once stung by a bumble-bee, Sometimes, I enjoy a mug of English Breakfast tea, Only a small one mind, or else I’ll forever wee-wee, Sometimes, I sing, it sounds a right cacophony, Neighbours tell me to stop my out-of-tune baloney, Sometimes, I feel the onset of old age idiocy, Being lonely, I tried to join a synomocy, Sometimes, I believe in Democracy, With its inherent bureaucracy, Sometimes, I can’t cope with life’s importunity I’m ready to snuff it, given the opportunity, Sometimes, I’m fed-up with the governing kakistocracy, Not educated, don’t what a Glurk is, or an apostrophe, Sometimes, I want to live my life hassle free, Or sod-off out of it, like Crocodile Dundee
