What awful disappointment.
Life continues to reach impressive new lows.
I’ve missed my appointment.
I’ve used up all of my ointment.
The drug store, regardless, would now be closed.
What an awful disappointment.
Would it be worthwhile to rob the Detroit Mint?
No, such a place is guarded by pros.
And anyway, I’ve missed my appointment.
No, I’ll not be saved by any clever adroit-ment.
None’s left but to slump to this sad sack morose.
What a no good, awful disappointment.
Every option, I swear I employed it,
But still I feel it inside me, sometimes, how it grows.
I’ve missed my last appointment.
I can’t even much say I enjoyed it,
This life, even having seen only its nose.
What awful disappointment.
I have just one more appointment.