Hemlock, Take Two

Oh, goody, goody. Not a minute's sleep last night, and now four hours on the road to deliver my daughter to a summer camp of sorts, and four hours back, where (shudder) a dose of salts awaits me. But sleeplessness afforded a chance to revise a recent lyric:

Life is just a cup of hemlock.
I'm very serious—
Life's deleterious.
You sweat, you strain, you pay your dues,
But with all the snafus, it's a cinch you'll lose.
You're caught in what you call a grem-lock—
A gremlin traffic jam.
You fall for a dame—you still haven't learned—
Your heart is on fire, and so you get burned.
Yes, life is just a cup of hemlock;
Drink deep—and don't give a damn.

Much better denouement than that pedestrian and non-sequiturian plaint about taxes, however heartfelt it may be. Still, "you sweat, you strain" is a bit reminiscent of Ol' Man River. Hmmmm.

Lyric © 2005 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov