I Wish

Have you ever wished yourself dead?
Disappointed that you rose from your bed?
Everyday that happens to me.
It's what I wish,my reality.
Twenty years ago I met a tree
With my car it nearly killed me.
For some reason I lived instead
But on that day I should have been dead.
I work for Peter so I can pay Paul,
But Uncle Sam does want it all.
Pauline gets in trouble a lot,
So I guess life's gone to pot.
So fairy tales do never come true,
Which should come as nothing new.
Dreams fade and never stay,
Reality will always chase them away.
Just once I'd like to wish myself dead,
But wake to something better instead.
Not see Peter not see Paul,
And Uncle Sam get nothing at all.