Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Totally bored and its 10:20 in the PM
Oh the things I would do if I were a more careless man,
bare-chested man walks by across the street,
that’s the least of the adventures I could complete
Would bomb beats, and play rhythm on the guitar
Fit bar goers dressed in their priceless wave down taxi’s on the corner
Re-borners praising Jesus and calling out your sins
Board fins, wind surfers on the moonlit lake
Soon it shakes from your bored brain down to your toes
Roar foes at my ferocity, like the cats on my bed
I said, it’s time to go to bed.