A friends poem
When things go wrong, as they probably will,
When the daily grind seems all uphill.
When machines are low and tempers are high,
When you try to smile but can only cry,
When you really feel that you want to quit,
Don't come to me 'cos I don't give a shit
When things go wrong, as they probably will,
When the daily grind seems all uphill.
When machines are low and tempers are high,
When you try to smile but can only cry,
When you really feel that you want to quit,
Don't come to me 'cos I don't give a shit