The Clouds Over Our Heads
I suppose I should explain:
by Patrick O'Reilly
Those threatening clouds over our heads
Are my old friends,
Who have been around frequently in the dawn hours
And given me the useful gift of a frown
And an excuse to accuse the world of wanting to cut me down,
A reason to gaze at my shoes and bitch about the laces.
I am just so sorry it has to rain on you too.