My Happy Place Volume 2
Here we are yet again
Talking about my second home
Let me begin
On the drive there I get a tummy ache out of excitement
I know the way around like the back of my hand
You can never make me ask for help
I rush through the aisles on my electric wheelchair
I will not hesitate to run over other shoppers
I tell people I have diabetes so I don't have to walk
I mock the other shoppers for being so slow
After I'm finished I go to the garden section
I peer through the vines looking for a lady
I try not to look too shady
When I realize I'm out of their league I skip the line and get in my car
On the way home I down a beer
And try to stay sober so I don't hit a deer
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