Come ! Miserate with me!
Tell me all your woes
Recount the foils that dog your heels
and make you suffer so

Come! Miserate with me!
for we are of like mind
And I, Like you, am certain
bleaker days are hard to find.

Come! Miserate with me!
We'll share a glass or two
and ponder all the weariness
for what else is there to do ...

but commiserate?

And maybe when the ale's all done
in arm and arm we'll link
and stroll off down the lane
to recognise that it is wise
to share some of our pain.

-- Kate (KAPTNKATE) May 24, 2004