rv

backside melts into a sofa

my world

my tv

and my food

besides listening to my belly gurgle

ain't much else to do

yeah

i sweat a lot

pants fall down every time i bend over

and my feet itch

yeah-i married a scarecrow

i hate you

talking to myself

everybody's starin' at me

i'm only bleedin'

someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes

nobody speaks english anymore

would anybody tell me i was gettin' stupider?

i hate you

talking to myself

you don't feel it after awhile

you take the beating

i'm a swingin' guy

throw a belt over the shower curtain rod

and swing - - -

toss me inside a hefty

and put me in the ground

a drink needs me

i don't

i ain't about to guzzle no tears

so kiss my ass

newscasters

cockroaches

and desserts

i hate you

talkin' to myself

everybody's starin' at me

i'm only bleedin'

where are the kids?

maybepregnantorondrugs

oronwelfareontopoftheworld

donthehonorrolonparoleonthedodgers

onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes

inthemiddleofcornfields

oncoversoffuturehistorybooks

onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses

i think it's time i had a talk with my kids

i'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me

you ain't never gonna amount nothin'