A beer and fag moment

I'm sitting here contemplating the every day stuff I have to go through, and I wonder why, or who, or what, or where? Why do we have to get up when we do? Why do we do the job we do? Why do we do anything at all? Why do people rush from A to B? Why do birds sing? Who called day, day? Or night, night? Who said that kid's have to go to school? Who decided that we have to pay taxes against our wishes? And why does it rain in some Countries, but not in others? Where is Heaven? What are the stars made of? Are we there yet? Who will win the World Cup? Will Rooney be Captain? Is Lost based on a true story? So many questions. And far too many to answer. But my favourite has to be, Why does my bum itch when I sweat?