Call it letter H or aitch
Means same, life is a bitch
Neither Czar nor Czarevitch
Quality of life gone to ditch
Shadows of supernatural eldritch
Gives foul odour like a fitch
What lies for human glitch
Why is there always a hitch
It is a lifelong itch
There is nothing fair or just
Odds and evens in a knitch
From London to Lubavitch
From Maggie to Mitch
All trying to find their niche
All try to outstretch
But sadly fid no pitch
This is the vice, evil, quitch
Be they poor or rich
Rumour-mongers acting as snitch
Their tongues go on wild twitch
Who can set it right, unhitch
Climbing slowly like a vetch
Not knowing where or which
There is entry but no exit
Life’s journey on miserable yatch
Humans being stewed, zoutch
