Poor, poor pitiful me

Seems like nothing’s more fun than a pity party.

From the look of it, everybody’s throwing one…

In business.

In marriage.

In politics.

Especially in politics.

Which brings to my mind the great songwriter-performer Warren Zevon. Today marks the birthday of Zevon, who would’a been 70 if cancer hadn’t nailed him 13 years ago.

Anyway, when I think of loud, obnoxious pity partiers (the news is full of ’em right now), I always think of a song Zevon wrote called “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me.”

Here’s a taste of the lyrics…

“Well I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the Double E
But the train don’t run by here no more
Poor poor pitiful me

“Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won’t let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me”

If you’ve never heard the song before, check it out on YouTube.

It’ll be your earworm for the next 24 hours.

So it’s like everybody’s feeling sorry for themselves right now.

It’s all over Facebook.

Waa, waa, waa.

Fer krissakes, if that’s you, knock it the fugk off.

It’s still a new year, though we’re almost done with a full month of it already.

Get off your butt, take a cold shower, get a grip, and do something to make your life better.

Take control.

Start a business.

Download this…

Split-Second Solopreneur

It’ll help.

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