I grumble,
That I lost the gamble,
Try to pick a fight,
Just out of spite.
Too bad my bulb ain't lit,
Is my head made of wood,
Why is nothing understood,
I'd comprehend a thought,
If I could,
Instead, I let the brain go dead,
I let it rot!
Now, I've made my bed,
I guess I have to sleep in it?
Anything that I can't get,
I blame on you,
Too bad that I forget,
It's the result... of what I do --
The result of a dolt.
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