At the end of the day
I come home to lay
The dishes are gay
So I keep them at bay
But I don't want to pay
So I do them anyway
When they're done I yell yay
And proceed with my slay
I bring home the bread
The cats are fed
An ache in my head
I've ran out med
I want to shoot lead
And End the FED
The walking dead
You heard what I said
I don't care about cred
I want to see red
But lol and behold
Something to be told
Not everything is gold
To be stolen and sold
My heart turns cold
When I see the new mold
Are you ready to fold?
The dices are rolled
The price of my hold
Increase as I grow old
A queen and her jack
A kingly heart in black
Load up the pack
I break aim and crack
For something I lack
This isn't my wack
I'll build a new rack
New floors and a shack
Before my heart's attack
I truly am stressed
But also am blessed
What else have I missed
I'm not sure why I'm pissed
I have yet to be kissed
By the snakes that hissed
