I know you're too damned busy
  Even to make a list
    Of all the things that you must do.

Your life makes me so dizzy
  But I think I get the gist
    Of where it's all headed to.

I still drive a Tin Lizzie
  My mind stuck in the mist
    But under the sun there's nothing new.

With your head in such a tizzy
  Your mill in need of grist
    I'm the bill that must come due.
© 2004 by Michael J. Farrand

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