It's funky out
The rain is everywhere
And it smells like fish
The rain is in my car
Cause I left my window open
And its on my head
Cause I'm too po' for an umbrella.

It's Sunday out
Arguably the most boring day of all
Sundays are extra dull
When its funky and you're broke
But at least my dog is here
Even though he's full of mud
From it being funky out
And he looks like he has to pee.

This is the kind of day
When the TV's too much effort
And every book is too damn quiet
And every ten minutes
A nap sounds like a good idea
And yawning seems kind of exciting
And to get from here to the door
Would simply be exhausting;
The dog can just pee on the floor.

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