The hustle and bustle, the hustle and bustle, its starting to get on my nerves.
I slept but two winks and a blink on the sheets and now I'm getting what I verily deserves.
No patience for peds or graces for friends, I'm fried and I need to relax.
Maybe a cool pillow or sweet lemonade, but definitely no more radio about tax.
I chuckle and smile when I think of my thoughts, so impatient and mildly annoyed,
but I know that I'm silly and can't take it too seriously when tomorrow I know is a joy.