Lazy Bones
Hanging with the clothes, hanging on the line,
sunk down in a hammock listening to Prine.
I'm hiding from the mower under this tree,
with a cooler full of beer, as cold as can be.
There's a stack of bills on the kitchen table,
to pay them all, don't think I'll be able.
I ain't gonna starve and ain't gonna beg,
if the garden comes up and the chickens lay eggs.
The wife handed me a list and I hate to be rude,
but I got a deaf ear and a laid back mood.
It looks like this place is falling apart
and I'm too crazy to care and too lazy to start.
3/12/21
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