Don'T Tell Me
I keep hearing you're concerned about my wellness,
well all that thought you're giving me is absolutely pointless.
If I were standing in your shoes I wouldn't worry none,
while you and yours have been doing your thing, I'm having lots of fun,
counting bug squashed on my wall,
that doesn't bother me at all.
Each day I run a marathon,
with my television on,
I smoke my weed.
binge watch a TV series,
or two,
Now don't tell me,
I've nothing to do.
Last night I dressed like a cowboy, pretending I was the deputy of this town,
as long as I can dream none can get this Billy the Kid at all down,
so please don't give me a single thought, I'm really doing fine.
You can always find me at home alone having the greatest time,
counting roaches on my wall,
that doesn't bother me at all.
Writing all kinds of parody songs,
at my desk from dusk to dawn,
smoking cigarettes while downing a Red Bull or two,
now don't tell me, I've nothing to do.
It's good to see you, but I must jet, I know I look a sight,
and I forgot my shades, my eyes are not accustomed to bright light.
Great seeing you again, please give everyone regards truly from me,
but I must head back to my diggs and now make my day complete,
counting horseflies on my wall,
that doesn't bother me at all,
jam my air guitar all night long,
to my favorite Joe Walsh song,
maybe roll a joint and have myself an ice cold brew.
Now don't tell me, I've nothing to do.
No don't you tell me, I've nothing to do.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2017
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