never had more on my plate
working ten hours, sleeplessness
yeah, I'm really doing just great
and if I was doing any better
couldn't imagine it more sublime
the hardest part is figuring out
what to do with my free time
I've gotten real good at solitaire
I can sing lyrics to all sad songs
crossword puzzles leave me breathless
and I do them all day long
I'm catching up on Gunsmoke
every day at straight up noon
I'm donating clothes to the shelter
this diet isn't one I'd choose
I can always pick up tomorrow
all the things left for me to do
you don't need to worry about me
I'm doing just fine without you
don't let it bother your conscience
about the heartache in which I dwell
while you carry on without me
yeah, I'm gonna be just swell
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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