So dank and dour, so dark and sour,
No wonder I avoid you.
You sulk and gripe
You moan and bitch (OK that doesn't rhyme)
No one wants to be around you.

You're never happy with me or what I do
you point out the wrong things I do
Never happy with crap you only snap
at me and the kids
No nice words, you only see
the things going wrong, how can it be?
The perfect is not there, what a scare
Things not in place
Pox on the human race!