Talking about an old song. This has got to be the (c)oldest."When I get jolted by some call to arms, (alarm clocks, thank you), I prepare charms for the day:
"One: to guard against my yelling a profane greeting at my next-door peon---still at it after a night of screaming for Omigod who never seems to come.
"Two: to keep me from using my morning paper to start a fire that would finally rid this dump of its mealy mouthed, foul smelling, vomit reeking, country bumpkin cousins.
"A third: a prayer to deaf heaven to keep me on even keel that I may finally have courage, the kind that would make me sane enough to do myself in.”
*(Where they create a desolation, they call it peace)