I’d really like to kill myself,
No hope for me by half.
For if Rick Sanchez can’t even make it,
What possible chance do I have?
Took a four day weekend,
Daddy and Sammy too.
We ate and played and slept and slept,
Because that’s how we do!
An unwanted journey has begun,
From which I’d like to disembark.
My mind has been slowly sliding,
From the light into the dark.
Though the rain is pouring,
There are chores to be done.
Sammy is sleeping,
She is the smart one.
I wish, I wish,
I wish I was a fish.
So does Sammy,
Please don’t tell her…
When I was an little bitty gator,
My Mamma would toss me in a crater.
I crawled back out to find something to chomp.
But I couldn’t get a waiter,
So I told them, “Later.”
Wound up taking a romp right through the swamp.