Can't Handle The Blip

They shut off our power for about 3 hours

To make needed repairs they say

D'ya know how that affects our daily routine

Like our arm's been cut off half way

No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly

We might as well cash in our chips

Aware it was only from nine until noon

But my mind can't handle this blip

Anything different from my normal routine

Throws me in a kind of a dither

I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out

My speech starts to slip and slither

I once was able to handle these disruptions

When I was young, handsome and virile

Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man

My mental capacity has fizzled

Some people suffer from a power shortage

Every single day of their lives

Got nothing to do with a disruption in hydro

Their ageing is in overdrive