In times long since lost
In a land long forgot
There existed a vessel
Where minds turned to rot
It’d come unexpected
When things all seemed great
The engine’d turn on
As it’d exit its gate
It’d halt all your progress
And end your hard work
The block would set in
Your thoughts it would jerk
Ideas would all vanish
With nary a trace
Because this old vessel
Would cloud your brain space
And yet though a legend
And yet just a tale
This scary old monster
Still comes without fail
It haunts all the world
Still causes a fuss
We’ve all rode before
That damn Struggle Bus
How the World Should Work 