No human being comforts my sore heart
No human being looks with favor on my doubts.
Yet still I ate a tasty apple tart
And went to bed in nothing but a clout.
No human being loves me as I am
No human being wants to comfort me.
Yet still today I shall have cakes and jam.
And drink ten mugs of boiling China tea.
No human being looks inside my soul
No human being cares about my cares.
Yet still today I'll eat a bacon roll.
And spray some perfume on my golden hair
For God helps those who help themselves to most.
So I shall talk with his lamented Ghost
Love the feel and the edgy tweaks
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