Lonely by Night
As my dexterous digits a-clickity-clack, my hands a-crickity-crack in a cacophony of snaps. I recall way back when this arthritis I lacked before I was slave to the machine. It's certainly a whammy that I am also a picker of strings. While I woefully fret at the state of my picker and fretter, I regret that the condition of my back is certainly no better. I naturally bend to it's arching bow, and it exhausts a long sigh when I straighten it so. Up my spine and between my shoulders, a tumorous growth emits foul odors. It's true, I'm ugly from the toes above and possess a face a mother couldn't love, but aside from a resemblance to a misshapen bellringer, my personality as well is also a stinker. I watch the news to get my laughs and push people in wheelchairs down elevator shafts. People don't near me because my bitter cold heart, but It could also be my frequent tendency to fart. In the end I'm irredeemable right? Cynical bastard by day and lonely by night.
As my dexterous digits a-clickity-clack, my hands a-crickity-crack in a cacophony of snaps. I recall way back when this arthritis I lacked before I was slave to the machine. It's certainly a whammy that I am also a picker of strings. While I woefully fret at the state of my picker and fretter, I regret that the condition of my back is certainly no better. I naturally bend to it's arching bow, and it exhausts a long sigh when I straighten it so. Up my spine and between my shoulders, a tumorous growth emits foul odors. It's true, I'm ugly from the toes above and possess a face a mother couldn't love, but aside from a resemblance to a misshapen bellringer, my personality as well is also a stinker. I watch the news to get my laughs and push people in wheelchairs down elevator shafts. People don't near me because my bitter cold heart, but It could also be my frequent tendency to fart. In the end I'm irredeemable right? Cynical bastard by day and lonely by night.
