I get up in the Morning, very confused

Not wanting to work it makes me feel used

I put on the coffee, can't think till it's done

Running on empty till I have some

Turn on the TV, watch fishing and the news

Seems like everyone's singing the blues

Turn on the puter, head to the net

No mail, great news, Now I'm all set

It's only Tuesday, no need to shower

Even though I smell like milk gone sour

Time to get dressed, a waste of time

socks worn only once I hope to find

To work I must go, hating the thought

Still running on empty, think maybe not

Call in sick and enjoy my day

Will be running on empty when I get my pay

It's not Sunday can't do my wash

Will just stay home and be my own boss

 TV to watch, junk food to eat

Do some chores, a floor to sweep

Some call me lazy, that's a fact

Running on empty, better hit the sack

Just me and the dust mites till this day's end

Maybe tomorrow, will do it again

©Chuck Preston 8-2000