I was in the pub the other day, enjoying a quiet pint. My reverie was interrupted, however, by a toddler running repeatedly from one end of the pub to the other, trailed by his silly bitch of a mother, who thought we all ought to be delighted by the antics of her sexcrement. Worse, they eventually sat down next to me and the little gobsh1te was crawling over the bank of seats, at one point putting his head in my lap. This was the point at which I decided it was time to have a word.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'