I wish I could rightfully blame this on drunkenness, but the truth is I've been mulling this one over for a while. Rated L for a bit of language...but mostly it's just kind of funny.
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"Freeballin'" (to the tune of "Free Falling" by Tom Petty.)
It’s a hard life, living on my own,
Doing all the chores momma used to do.
Maybe someday I’ll be good at cleaning,
But ‘til then I may be screwed.
I did laundry ‘bout three weeks ago.
Do the dishes only when they gather ants.
Bedroom floor is covered in beer cans.
And today I don’t have no underpants
And I’m free, free-ballin’!
Yeah I’m free, free-ballin’!
I’m rushing, trying to get to work:
Can’t believe it’s already half past eight.
I can’t find any boxers or briefs.
I’ll have to go commando or be late!
And I’m free, free-ballin’!
Yeah I’m free, free-ballin’!
Been a long day, in my cubicle at work,
Eight hours (plus lunch) in khakis that chafe.
Feels so good to get home and strip down,
I’ll never make that same mistake!
And I’m free, free-ballin’!
Yeah I’m free, free-ballin’!
Yeah I’m free, free-ballin’!
Free-ballin’!
I’m free, free-ballin’!
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...I can't believe I did that. Well, no, I can. It was slightly more challenging to do than I had anticipated, but certainly not as difficult as most structured forms of poetry I've tried.
I love that I have the right to parody and not go to jail for it.
~Later
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