Fun, my life!

Kids hail me in songs
I take everyone to school
I'm the bus driver

I wake up. I eat. I do a lot of things. I wish I could do a lot more. But I'm just one person. There are only 24 hours in a day. Were there more, I'd probably end up not doing everything I wanted to. I'd probably complain about there only being 28 hours in a day. What does it matter. The movies delayed again. I feel like strangling someone. Does that make me hostile?

Let's see if I am. I feel like strangling. Pimps often strangle. Prostitutes have pimps. Prostitutes exchange sex for money. Money is the root of all evil. Evil is a human construct. Human constructs become social norms. One social norm is not murdering people. Not murdering people coincides with many religions. Religions have caused countless deaths. Death is a fact, like taxes. Taxes are filed annually. Filing annually is poor organization. Poor organizers can lead to crappy events. Crappy events can lead people to be unsatisfied. Unsatisfied people can get rowdy and hostile. There you have it, I guess I am hostile.

My eyes start to shut
I start to think of my dreams
I can't keep this up