I was lying on a yoga mat
In the local neighborhood park

I'm just a layabout now

No chance I see
At any type of career

Our economy in ruins

It was relaxing
Just lying there
Thinking no thoughts

I didn't want to be home
During lunchtime
When the taxpayer is there

30 years old
Completely broke
How embarrassing
Despite all my education
Unable to pay my bills

Ah well,
This nation
Has no future anyhow

And later I parked underneath the shade
Of the large tree
Looking far down the street
Relaxing in my car
A biker made his way up the street

That night I was at the gym
And I chuckled to myself
The same Zumba class

Or whatever it was
The dancing, the music

I keep the eternal calm
No matter what is going
On around me

Remember the constant sound
Of the water I recorded that one day

A woman complimented me on my stretch
Leg extended parallel from my body

She said, "Looks nice"
Thanks, I said, sheepishly
A bit older then me
But attractive
Women are fun

But when you live at home
Just no chance really
Of being in any type of relationship

When you have no money
And no decent job well
That's just America

So I'm content to layabout
The layabout

Other people may have their positions
Or a decent job
Nothing I do results in any
Of those worthless paper dollars

So I'm just content to layabout