Coming home
and sitting down
and eating bananas
that have turned all brown
is one of my favorite things to do.
The quiet corner,
where the big books are
where i can sit real still
and travel far
is one of my favorite places to go
Kicking my shoes
onto the floor
dropping my coat
when I walk in the door
never fails to thrill
Sometimes I notice
the dishes need doing
but it's not like they have
anywhere to be going
so I always sit back and chill
Sometimes I frown
at a voice in my head
it's never quite clear,
but I think that it said
I should try and get something done
I dunno,
it's probably right,
but the mess has never
given me fright
I guess I'd rather have fun
Putting my feet
up on the table
and searching
for something good on cable
is how I exercise
The clutter's become
quite cozy, I've found
who cares of nobody
comes around?
My best friends are the flies.
You're not likely
to see me get up today
it's hard to change your life,
they say
and I'm stuck to this couch like glue
The only problem
with coming home
is listening to mother
moan and groan
"Look at this mess! What's wrong with you?!"
That is NOT my favorite thing to do.
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