I don't like that I am fat.
I don't like that I am old.
I don't like that I am cold.
I've got dog shit on my shoes.
After a sudden mild spell
I jumped too quick to nature's bells
No crocuses pop up
Just empty coffee cups
Nature knows better than to reach through this dirty snow
Only condom rappers make a show
Rotting heaps of winter line the street
And I've got dog shit on my feet
The smell of cut grass will take its place
I could accept nature's joke with a little grace
But I have a hangover in my soul
And my fingers and toes are really cold.