Things donÕt always turn out the way we want,
And I wonÕt end up off the Earth that day.

Seems IÕm to suffer multiple inner insults,
Before I ever become close to that way.

After a month daily suffering that floozy flu,
IÕm death warmed over just doing my daily due.

I wonÕt give up the ghost tomorrow after all.
I guess they didnÕt get my call.