These are doggone days,
Amalgamation of crucified people;
No matter where the sun raises..
The drudgery is not lost in the warmth.

These are doggone days,
Melted butter and stale coffees;
Drugged by cigarettes,
Worse by constant blimps of CRTs.

These are doggone days,
Parched seats sat in by sloppy sloths;
Where the shoes are not walked,
Yes the picture is bleak, worst; blind.

These are doggone days,
No happy note this is;
Sloths are happy for what it is worth,
Yes so am I, it will be doggone days.