Ainda mais um texto para William Shatner

Backside melts into the sofa.
My world: my TV and my food.
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain't much else to do.
Yeah, i sweat a lot.
Pants fall down every time i bend over
And my feet itch.
Yeah - I married a scarecrow.

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'

Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes.
Nobody speaks english anymore.
Would anyone tell me if i was gettin' stupider?

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
You don't feel it after awhile
You take the beating

I'm a swingin' guy,
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing...
Toss me inside a hefty
And put me in the ground:
A drink needs me,
I don't.
I ain't about to guzzle no tears,
So kiss my ass.
Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts:

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'

Where are the kids?
Maybe pregnant, or on drugs, or on welfare, on top of the world, don't- the honor roll, on parole, on the Dodgers, on the back of milk cartons - on stakes, in them iddle of corn fields, on covers of future history- books on old lady's mantles, walkin'on water, nailed on crosses

I think it's time I had a talk with my kids.
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me:
"YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHIN'"