How I detest the fatal final curtain!
I never find life dull or wearying.
I’ve got no time for any time or season
When I don’t have a cheerful song to sing.

I’ve got no time for cynicism cold, nor
Can I be fooled by hankerings for the Grail.
I hate when people peer over my shoulder
And crane their necks to try to read my mail.

I can’t stand those whose actions are half-hearted,
Or who interrupt a cordial exchange;
Or shoot you in the back, an easy target,
Or pull a gun on you at point-blank range.

I can’t stand idle talk in any vein,
The worms of doubt, the needles of false praise,
Or things that are meant to go against the grain
And grate your nerves like metal scraped on glass.

I don’t like self-assured complacency.
You’re better off being hanged and letting rip.
I don’t like those who forget all decency
And give an eager ear to slanderous gossip

I don’t feel sympathy for damaged limbs
Or broken wings - lame ducks I can’t abide.
I don’t like bullies or acquiescent victims
Yet pity moves me for Christ crucified.

I hate it when I’ve played the coward’s part.
I hate to see the guiltless victimized.
I hate when people pry into my heart,
The more so when it’s spat on and despised.

I can’t abide the stadium or ring
Where all is vilely cheapened and defied.
Whatever alterations time may bring
To these I know I wont be reconciled.