The Blues

Tried to make me some lunch,
but the kitchen was occupied.

Started to do my cooking,
didn't have the right spice.

Went out my door,
the sidewalk was covered in ice.

Panhandler on the street,
mumbled offensive words my way.

Off to the grocery store,
went to pay, but forgot my wallet.

Back in the kitchen,
all the pots and pans are in the sink dirty.

Things aren't going exactly my way,
I'll just sit in my room and pout.

I got the city-living, spoiled brat, nothin' s really that wrong blues.