mustard, a seasoning apparently made, like too many things, of sarcasm, jealousy, imagined slights and real pain caused only by random circumstance and impersonal fate, fate and circumstance cruelly impervious oh let us find something to focus our pain oh cruel fate will anger and hate let me forget you if only for an evil, hurtful moment?

trouble and strife are the lot of man, and from this cruel earth we have but one true escape