mymind

A few months ago we were promised a letter
Uncle Sam said our lives would be better
So pack I did and pack a little more
Until so many packed boxes reached the door

Uncle Sam broke his promise it seems
There went our hopes and all our dreams
Had a yard sale, sold sofas and even the chair
Now once again I begin to pull out my hair

Ric and his friend went out to catch some fish
While I stayed home trying to cook up a dish
The computer was running on VERY slow
While I was wondering what was going on below

The home became a crowded little house
Then the rabbit died and so did our mouse
The cat ran away, the dogs howled at the moon
I thought to the nuthouse I'll go very soon

I didn't believe things could get much worse for me
I saw Ric watching my computer and not his TV
He "knew what he was doing" or so he said
So I kissed him good night and went straight to bed

The next morning I woke and to my surprise
I had no computer to watch with my eyes
Not only do we need a new TV, computer and stand
Papa always said, "Nick, just stand by your man"

Now I'll just sit quietly and have another cigarette
After all, how much more worse can it get
When all is finished and completely done
I think I'll drive in my car and yell HEY to everyone

I'm down to my very bottom wits end
The phone went dead so I can't call a friend
I wonder what a normal life would be
Then again what would the world do without little old me