I Am A Lonely Old Poop

I am a lonely old poop

With nothing to do,

I like peanut butter

I like pasta

I like classic TV shows;

So that's how lonely I am

Me and my saggy old boobs

Defying gravity as we speak,

I am a lonely old poop

Yes I am.

That green apple

In the middle of the street

Has more stories to tell

Than I,

For it has more friends than I;

I am a lonely old poop

With no friends

I am a lonelier poop than I,

Oh how does the green apple compare

To a lonelier poop than I?

Dangerous are the lies that keep us safe

If there was rain in the desert, I wouldn't know

For outstanding circumstances keep me here

For I am only golden when you need me

The morning bell is out of time

And the angels are screaming

When will all this end? I wonder

For love is a serious case...

Oh what a lonely old poop I am

Dancing in the fire alone.

There is a mystery upstairs

And my bra is wailing!

Oh you lonely old woman, do you knock?

Oh this is mildly tragic,

I am a stranger in my own house!

Oh I am a lonely old poop

Looking for a shoe

And giving these socks some havoc...

I wonder if my rose is fair

For I am not.

And mildly tragic

Are these feelings that I have

I shall die on the bed all alone

How pretty is the rose

That is fair to these tears?

For these tears I cry

Are mildly unfair,

How pretty is the rose

That wets the bed

With these tears?

I am a lonely old poop.