what makes you think
the public is concerned ?
your quibbles have droned on
long enough

everyone has problems
ragged chips in the windshield
but if the glass ain't broke, don't smash it
and don't burden me with the pieces

don't be so selfish
as to pile your nightmares on me
you have help
just call somebody
stop leaning on my shoulder

you're such a little brat
drooling on the floor
whining for attention
and distracting me

you can sit at the top of the stairs all your life
but you'll never make it down
no matter how hard you try