Everyday America

People eating their daily fill Mothers popping their daily pill Fathers drinking their daily beer Hunters shooting their daily deer Rain pouring on the city Parents looking for each other’s pity Children playing very gaily Tourists visiting the town of Raleigh It’s these days that I can’t stand These days that go by and are oh so bland When the boredom sets in, That’s when my head spins The days when nothing seems to flow The days when everyone just wants a show People are just never satisfied Until they are undyingly gratified