Those old fogies really get to me
Preaching, posing, prancing,
the same old party line,
the same old promises
nothing changes but the names.

I want to be the leader
I want to set the rules
How silly is that?

I am not even in the game.
I am a Monday morning quarterback
I want to take my ball and leave the field.
That is more silly rubbish

I don't have a ball
I am not on the playing field
I am not even a spectator
I am Walter Mitty's feminine counterpart

Dreaming, by day
Dreaming, By night
Life is but a dream...lately a nightmare.

The end.