Happy Song, Gone Wrong

Hello, here I come again,

Little bitter, little vain

Venom spit, honey drip,

Let me see which way I trip.

I came to write a happy song,

But as it happens, I was wrong,

Here I go, who was I fooling?

You may even stop drooling.

The reason I have changed my mood,

Is first I have to think of food.

And of the bills and of the rents,

Or else sleepin' in the tents.

Money cannot buy you joy

I'm sure was said by one rich boy,

But for me now, to hell with honey,

'Coz I'm fuckin' out of money!

N.