Moving: Why I Want To Throw Something. Now.
Moving, moving you’re such a big pain.
Seeing everything I have just makes me feel vain.
You ruin my precious nights after work.
And you’re kind of too heavy and can be a big jerk.
I’m sweating bullets while you sit there and smile.
Whatever, white boxes with bar codes, you’re so out of style.
My back hurts and I’m feeling that not-exercising-for-days-stuff.
I wish you would go away while I ate my face off with PB & fluff.
You’re seriously mean and should get a life.
And then send me roses for all my anguish and strife.
You take forever and ever to go away.
I’m really over your diva-I’m-so-awesome-attitude, k?
By the time I’m finished with you I will have grown a mane.
Moving, moving, you’re such a big pain.
Can you tell I’m a happy moving camper? If you said yes, I’m not sure we can be friends.