tyson_ceramics on Nostr: (I offer a poem to nostr:) Drag: Folding laundry is the greatest time of day… Daily ...
(I offer a poem to nostr:)
Drag:
Folding laundry is the greatest time of day…
Daily chores give meaning in this life
Under the sun, you have no fun,
Just looking for a different point of view
Ya know, yer barely keeping up
Run a rat race, die, that’s life, that’s it
Huge problems in society, but there also are problems in you
Daydream stimulation never ends
I’ve seen it time and time again
Your initiative gives out before you even dream that big
Don’t wanna be measured by the status quo,
but how big will you feel without your star?
And you can’t hate everyone,
Cause sometimes others really love you!
…
I’m never ever bored
No time for the soft core
Find me dead on the floor, I hate this trash so give me more
Infarction rules the day
I’m choking on decay
I ate too many snacks I won’t survive this heart attack
Don’t clean, just watch TV
Oh god it’s killing me
Not what I want to be
So break the glass set yr self free
It drags out on and on
Just sing the same old song
This is yr life that will pass by: you’re born then choked before you die…
DIE!!!!
(Exclamation point! Then…perhaps we’ll be even…)
#poetry #songwriting #song #spokenword #lyrics #poem #writing #artstr #verse
Drag:
Folding laundry is the greatest time of day…
Daily chores give meaning in this life
Under the sun, you have no fun,
Just looking for a different point of view
Ya know, yer barely keeping up
Run a rat race, die, that’s life, that’s it
Huge problems in society, but there also are problems in you
Daydream stimulation never ends
I’ve seen it time and time again
Your initiative gives out before you even dream that big
Don’t wanna be measured by the status quo,
but how big will you feel without your star?
And you can’t hate everyone,
Cause sometimes others really love you!
…
I’m never ever bored
No time for the soft core
Find me dead on the floor, I hate this trash so give me more
Infarction rules the day
I’m choking on decay
I ate too many snacks I won’t survive this heart attack
Don’t clean, just watch TV
Oh god it’s killing me
Not what I want to be
So break the glass set yr self free
It drags out on and on
Just sing the same old song
This is yr life that will pass by: you’re born then choked before you die…
DIE!!!!
(Exclamation point! Then…perhaps we’ll be even…)
#poetry #songwriting #song #spokenword #lyrics #poem #writing #artstr #verse