Like bad breath in an elevator, or someone's gas in the train, I'm trapped in my
Discontentment, shackled by resentment. You're wasting my time,as a thief who would
Steal my last cent. Repent, you knave, repent and stop your evil way, for it is in my book
A high crime and misdemeanor to rob me blind and take the only true treasure of my tickety
Tockety time.