I've heard only the strong survive, but quite a few weak continue too thrive.

Working eight hours a day,
to earn our pay.
Dealing with lifes repitition,
making it through
the negativity and superstition.
Sometimes a day might be cool,
but along comes the fool.

In coming stench,
don't get hit by the monkey wrench.
Hey the wrench missed,
but Murphy's law still kissed.
If it's the kiss of ill health,
we might need all of our wealth.

We can't run,
we can't hide,
might as well prepare for the ride.
Sometimes the ride won't end,
good or bad it can depend.
Sometimes it's very hard to stay stable,
as the devil tries to brand his label.
Branded with bad luck,
quack goes the duck.
Aflac, aflac, aflac,
can we please stay on track?

Leave me a throne,
don't turn my heart to stone.
My soul hates being alone.
Can we please get a permanent cure,
one that is more sure?
Each and everyday I pray,
trying to avoid the decay.
Decaying, decaying,
the hard part keeps staying.
Even interferes with my playing.
Play on, play on,
trying to defy the
gravity acting upon.
Surely life gets hard,
please deal us a trump card?

Lord thank you!

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