(a parody from the perspective of a typical, early 21st Century, career-driven, Westernised male whose 4x4-loving, flat-on-the-suburban-riverside life is thrown into faux chaos by a necessarily unwelcome, strictly temporary encounter with a hard-working, well-meaning, warm-hearted, female and foreign coffee-shop worker, who smiles and tries to see the good in him at the exact time he chooses to consume his thoughts with finding new, damaging ways to insult her)...
What is this life if, without care,
We find the time to point and stare?
The time to make a wedding vow,
then just cheat on her anyhow.
The time to laugh when woods we pass,
The squirrels are consumed by gas.
The time to see in dim daylight,
Streams full of tar, like skies at night.
The time to gurn at Beauty's glance
And mock her feet, how they can't dance:
The time to judge till your mouth can
Condemn her as an also ran.
A great life this if, without care,
We live our lives to point and stare.
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