Life Is Pitiful


No matter how I stuff my face
I cannot sate my hunger;
And I get older every day
And can’t seem to get younger

I’m tired of my excuses
Being used by other folks;
And mad because my humor’s seen
As something more than jokes

I want to be with scientists
A modern-day town criers;
For all who don’t believe in us
Are just Piltdown deniers

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