cleaning up my act
is a matter of fact
need to start working
instead of hastily porking
down all the food i get
with certain things to be met
"i'll get this one, i bet"
time goes by, it's not done yet
looking kind of slow, feeling kind of fat
thought i was the dog, but i'm the lazy cat
just keep looking for a chance
but soon the devil will dance
on my grave that is half way done
cause i couldn't bury myself and im the one
crying out in the forest all alone
wearing on my head a shiny cone
that says "dunce" written in caps
i say to myself, "maybe, perhaps"
"if i tried harder, things would be better"
"if i tried harder, i might have gotten the letter"
"...A instead"
but of course this failure was all in my head
