Here’s the lyrics of a song I wrote after writing the article about idioms. I tried to picture/invent the most negative person possible, consequently any resemblance to persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental. Honest!!  I don’t know anybody who is so extreme but we do tend to exaggerate sometimes in how we see people.  Sarcastic hyperbole works well for me. Poor you if you know the person described here!

 

All her clouds are lined with grey,

Her cup is always less than empty,

Always looks on the dark side of death,

And breathing’s a fate worse than life.

 

She like to say, “It’s one of those days”

But might as well say, “It’s one of those lives”

Every minute hear her bitter words

She brings it all on herself

 

She’s a miserable, psychopathic, hypochondriac wingebag,

Face like lemon grapefruit, voice like broken glass,

She’s no one in particular but you know her too,

Lemon grapefruit, broken glass, piles to boot, pain in the ass.

©Cre8ivation