Shani's song

I'm bored out of my wits, can't somebody find
someone wretched, so I can apply my mind
to ruining someone's pointless life
by adding to pain, troubles and strife.

Let me glance around, maybe I'll spy
a one eyed man, so I can take away his eye
or a man with just one leg, so I'll have fun
watching him lose to gangerene, the other one.

For I'm Shani, the god with the power to change
people's fortunes a little, and help them exchange
pain for more pain, trouble for more trouble
If it can be halved, it must be made double.

I'm the little god who can't do miracles, and so I must
justify my existence by making a poor man go bust
And so by making a sad man spill more tears,
get some respect for at least Seven years.

Seven years shall he appease me, fall at my feet
lest he should small misfortunes meet
like an unforseen expense, when the rent's to be paid
a broken leg, when a job appointment is made

Seven years shall he give alms, but not just to the poor
but to the blind and the lame, those that I hold dear
And after the seven, he shall be free,
while another poor wretch, falls prey to me.