Nothing Worse

There's nothing worse than being told
After half an hour on hold
How valuable I really am
When plainly no one gives a damn
There's nothing worse; it's cut and dried
Except for maybe, genocide

There's nothing worse than being tracked
By Google, in some heinous act
Or manner I can't comprehend
So, confidently I contend
There's nothing so unjustified
Except for maybe, genocide

There's nothing worse than journalese
With which so many seem at ease
The leafy suburbs come to mind
And clichés of a similar kind
There's nothing, as I have implied
Except for maybe, genocide

There's nothing worse than when I need
My broadband to be up to speed
And then it somehow comes about
The system keeps on dropping out
There's nothing been identified
Except perhaps, for genocide

There's nothing worse, I often think
Than when the boiler's on the blink
And then at some ungodly hour
I'm left to shiver in the shower
There's nothing more undignified
Except for maybe, genocide

There's nothing worse, it's my belief
And nothing that can cause such grief
In knowing that there's no one there
Available to style my hair!
There's nothing worse, I can confide
Except for maybe, genocide

There's nothing worse than running late
Or finding I've confused the date
Or contemplating how one copes
With running out of envelopes
There's nothing, I am satisfied
Except for maybe, genocide

"There's nothing worse!", I told my friend
When I was coming near the end
Of telling him of all my woes
"Though some will argue I suppose
There's nothing worse!", my friend replied
"Except perhaps for genocide"