A Thousand Things
You haven't dredged my lake...
you don't know who I am...
you're floating on the surface
of Lake I Could Give A Damn.
So please excuse me
when I exit while you sigh;
I've got deeper things to do
and bigger fish to fry.
I do the things I need to do
to put the butter on my bread,
but there are a thousand things
I'd rather do instead.
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