If our purpose is not to suffer, we are ill fit to this world
Everywhere there is suffering, for it to be meaningless is absurd
Your woes may seem extraordinary, your miseries unique to you
Yet this sadness coats the globe; everybody steps in poo.
Our cause is such that we do not notice
That which is agreeable to the will
We notice the pinch inside the shoe
And when cold-ridden sinuses start to kill
In this sorry world there is no gain
Happiness is the absence of woe
For human kind there is only awareness of pain
Its positive didn't ya know
You expected that kiss to give life new flair
But it felt like putting a slug to your teeth
And the needle you put in your arm for a dare
Caused you rather an unexpected dose of mischief
(Things turn out worse than expected for those who care)
But how do we get through the miserable day
Schopenhauer offers only one way
'The only means to sally through it
Is to laugh at people whose lives are more shit'
Schopenhauer offers only one way
'The only means to sally through it
Is to laugh at people whose lives are more shit'
