Chewing the Fat

Narratives or at least that's what I call them Without doubt win hands down every time I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme Very similar to when we go away on vacation It feels so good to finally get back home Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving Friendly faces of the people we know No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with Just the same old routine, same old show Comfortable is a very good word to describe it That down home feeling when with friends Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas Instead of trying to keep up with the trends Give me that plain old simple way of living It surely wins hands down ever time That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine