It's
funky out
The rain is
everywhere
And it
smells like fish
The rain is
in my car
Cause I left my
window open
And its
on my head
Cause I'm too
po' for an
umbrella.
It's
Sunday out
Arguably the most
boring day of all
Sundays are
extra dull
When its
funky and you're
broke
But at least my
dog is here
Even though he's full of
mud
From it being
funky out
And he looks like he has to
pee.
This is the kind of
day
When the
TV's too much
effort
And every
book is too damn
quiet
And every
ten minutes
A
nap sounds like a
good idea
And
yawning seems kind of
exciting
And to get from
here to the
door
Would simply be
exhausting;
The dog can just
pee on the floor.