Inventing

No funds for fun
has me twiddling my thumbs
semi-desperate for amusement
No time for crime
makes me think that I’m
not really what you’d call malcontent
Just stumbling along
with some off-the-wall song
rattling around in my head
when it’s all over
I might be in clover
I might be ill-clothed and underfed
So come on sing along
what could go wrong
I wouldn’t do you that way
The best things are free
come and do some, you’ll see
we might invent a new holiday

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