
I wake up in the morning and grind grain till ten.
But I don't seek good profits so I steal from a friend.
If you can not make profit you will not survive.
So I honesty is not worth in these very hard times.
A stroll through the village looking for fun.
But nobody attentive to a wart nosed bum.
I settle down at my home to get a drink.
But three cups of Whiskey is more than you think.
I haven't a horse to go to and from.
So drink some more till the morning is done.
Noon time arrives and I feel like a trunk.
I can't even think because I am so drunk.
I go into town where the stories are told.
I love to intervene and tell one of my own.
The townspeople hate it but soon they'll agree.
That all of my tales are o so funny.
I get really hungry so I go to my mill.
I cook up some grain and call it a meal.
I have no real friends but the man who lives next to me.
He only talks to me when I want to buy whiskey.
I don't take a bath because the water is cold.
That might just explain that huge wart on my nose.
In the evening, I try to go read a book.
Then draw a self portrait, dare you to look.
Night time awakes but the day is still long.
I drink some more whiskey until its all gone.
I want to have fun so I turn to my chores,
which is going into town and smashing down doors.
After my fun, I go back to my shed.
I say a quick prayer and then go to bed.