Boredom

[CRNDLSM]

Got no money, got no car.
I pass the time playing guitar,
imagining that I'm a star
stuck inside a pickle jar.
I turn into a dinosaur
and vaporize a grocery store.
Either I'm insane or just really bored.
I don't know.

See, I listen to what people say
and learn some interesting things that way.
Like, how to build a chicken fried cake,
or what to do when your car brakes break,
or who'd take to the lake Mr. E. but Ms. Dake
to make soylent green cereal: fruit, nut, and flake.
It's all in one ear but then I stray.
You know, I'd rather just stay, play, filet, all day, okay?
Cause apathetic, I explore
the silly secrets shared before
I became so incredibly bored.
Now I'm officially bored!
Bored, bored, bored.

Half a pound of coffee gone,
will clean a room and float a John.
I hit a gong in Donkey Kong,
then hit a bong with Cheech and Chong,
and right or wrong I'm in a thong.
This song is strong but way too long.
Sleeping on the Sandy shore,
everything feels like a chore.
I wish I was a matador,
cause sitting around has made me sore.
Pacing circles round the floor,
my thoughts are breaking down the door,
loud as a drum and bugle corps
in the center of a civil war.
And just when I can't take anymore,
I twist a lime into the drink I pour,
whose side effects help to ignore
the fact that I'm so freaking bored!
Now I'm officially bored!
So damn bored...

Baking smores with ole Al Gore
til Eleanor (the carnivore we adore) lets out a roar,
'Here comes Thor!'  He answers, 'Whore!
what's the score between Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore?
Who tore a spore of folklore in the soup d'jour
in the top drawer down the corridor.
*snore
Man I'm bored.
Encore?