there's a squirrel rotting under my bush
and cars collide outside my window

friends keep stealing all my cash
and woman's waiting to become a widow

mouse turds sprinkle my kitchen table
maggots fill the trash after only weeks

the tv cost so much i can't afford cable
and every drunk i punch turns the other cheek

my dreams are two thumbs up a rotting squirrel
the weather outside is nice, but i won't go

the weather outside is shitty, so is oral
my dreams are somewhere i don't know