Aspirations of the Asinine
Every day will be perfect, and nothing will ever go wrong,
Difficult choices are only made in a sad country song.
We’re all equal; no nepotism must we live through,
People understand us and see things as we do.
Why can’t we all just get along?
In a world we just want to belong.
Our relationships are harmonious, always pure,
Never an unkind word to cause us to feel unsure.
Marriage always comes first and daily life is perfect,
Children visit often and there is a repetitious show of respect.
Companionship never obscure
Family-life forever secure.
Those on the government dole should be made to take a job
Something simple, anything, even Walmart greeters can hob-nob.
No cell phones, no hair-dos , no fancy nails or vacations,
There is no more system abuse, nor celebrations!
They don’t work for the mob
They sit around like a slob.
The business world is fair and compensation is by merit
A position is earned, it’s not something you inherit.
We can still make a living by honest hard work.
There are no dirty looks from the DMV clerk.
I just want to eat a carrot
‘Cause my boss sounds like a parrot.
Dust bunnies are never found under the bed,
Yard work is always looking fine on the homestead.
We always have plenty of money and plenty of time,
To do the things we want with the turn on a dime.
The hungry will always be fed,
‘Everything is perfect in our head.’