Nothing seems like it's ever good enough,
A thirst to be satisfied but never quenched
There's always an ingredient amiss in the punch bowl
A drink that's hard to swallow,
But with a smile and a wink,
You shove it down anyway.
A sour aftertaste that sickens the heart,
And leaves bitter tears in the eyes,
A remedy you will never find,
To cure the indigestion that follows
