You know what gets to me?
Pomposity, for one thing.
And bloody annoying inefficiency, for another.
And bullying and cruelty
And soothsayers and polo-players
And bigots
And takers
And makers
And creeps
It’s enough to make me weep.

You know what gets to me?
Religion, for one thing
And bloody obsessive followers, for another.
And preaching and wailing
And (you got it) …abseiling
And “I ams”
And coaches
Cockroaches
And shits
It’s enough to make me quit.


You know what gets to me?
Greed, for one thing
And deceit for another
And Mother, I could go on
And on
And on.
And on.
And on.