Just Like Glue

Sometimes life is just like glue,
A sticky, messy pot of goo.
My feet are stuck, they will not move,
They're superglued within a groove.

This gummy, claggy, clinging life
Is causing me a world of strife.
It won't piss-off, what should I do
About that turnkey, bloody glue?

Maybe if I change my shoes,
Dye my hair and get tattoos,
Then maybe it won't notice me,
I'll run away, I'll be glue-free.