I have my share of good and bad
The palace dish and beggar's bread
I join with you on every feast
Throughout the Middle East.
Alas, the sun would never shine
In your lower intestine
But I don't complain, if I can stay
I stick and suck by night & day.
You don't like me; it's so sad
For hate to good had never led
I've more interest in your existence
Than all who sell life insurance.
