Today I thought, is a good day to join a working bee with friends to see if I could break my back. Oh, what joy, success. Brings out my spiritual side.
Dear father, who farts at seven,
mellowed be your name,
your trees be chopped, my back has stopped on earth,
as well as the couch
Give me this day lots of Voltarin
and forgive my bad language
because my back is killing me
and it’s leading me into temptation
cos wine will kill the pain
and I don’t want to abstain
and don’t even start me on yesterday….