I say smile Robbie, be happy. Just look around yourself;
Everyone else is
Our militants, after all, claim to have destroyed three children
One woman and two men (of high profile I must say)
Look! Everyone’s cheering, screaming joyfully
It’s time to wear a hat and celebrate
but no. It just doesn’t go
Something must be wrong with me
I need a doctor...
Or a publican
A pill pusher
Friggin anything just to make it through
I check the mirror
But no, it still doesn’t go
Seriously, is there something wrong with me?