March 8, 2007
Iíve been waiting and waiting telling myself things will improve very shortly. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, finally. Just a few more days and there will be a land that's fair and bright, Where the handouts grow on bushes And the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees The lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. Thereíll be jobs galore and nothings a bore. You can audit all the classes you want to. Thereíll be checking plus and not a fuss when you get a manicure and penni.