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The Couch Potato

Had a fight with my ex as he laid on my couch,
I'm so tired of his being nothing but a grouch.

I took him in in March when he was ill,
now months later he's still here and I need a pill.

They repoed his car so he wants to use mine,
I told him forget it fool, don't cross that line.

I don't do his laundry, buy or cook his food,
one of the reaons he's in such a bad mood.

I wish I had never met him, or taken him in,
the slug would already be dead if murder wasn't a sin.

Now between a rock and a hard place is where I'm at,
all I can do is stew and fret, and swear a lot, oh drat!

The excuse now is he can't look for work with no car,
and if he got a job by some miracle he couldn't go far.

No money, no car, no job and no ambition,
tell me does anyone know if to Europe there's extradition.

On a slow, slow boat to China I'd gladly pay his fare,
and take a deep breath once I know they're keeping him there.

It's my own fault for being soft and letting him stay,
If you want to see me happy, please bend a knee and pray...