Conspiracies and stress

Conspiracies and stress are all that are on my mind.

So here is a

Complaining Song.

They are all out to get me
They are all out to get me
Every last one of Them.
Who are They? Ahem.
Them. They are Them.

Stress is going to get to me.
Stress is going to get to me.
Stressin' stressin' stressin
Then will They have won?
I think then They will have won.


(Perhaps even Pooh Bear would be proud of my composition.)