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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
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
The Layabout
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
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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