Figure a better setting then where I am now life wears on you worse than the skin of a cow the struggles the hurt of where you are now distinguished feelings to respect if only you knew how to respect me a life god-fearing deserving of praise thanksgiving dinner is not enough give me a raise trials and tribulations foment feelings malaise eternal life is not enough to earn peace in my days remember life is fluid atomic rearrange the pie pecan piquante the crunch sells the question why why why why cries the pig in the abbattoir my oh my says the pig in the butcher on the loire what recourse have we to return our received life what number to call and complain shall I end it now? What will be the nature of your death. We all must die, the luckiest thrice and in good health. What's left for us, the rest? A rest, a bath in distress instead turn your head, not right but left. A turning gaze instills fear in the best left left left cried the cat, the emperor left his vest if you could wear the clothes of dreams, seen or unseen, how would you seem, empress?
life wears on you worse than the skin of a cow
I like this line.