All my problems are hungry
They need to be well fed
Lest they will keep troubling
Me and my little head

All my problems are thirsty
They need water everyday
Or they will drink my blood
That is what they say

I have no option really
I give them what I can
They keep growing larger
The more I keep feeding them

I’ll be out of supplies
Very soon, if you may know
I don’t know what I’ll do then
I don’t know where I’ll go

That’s not my only worry
Of that I am very sure
Those problems keep giving births
To new problems and many more