I should feed my piggy bank more,
make my financial bed more tasty.
I should not leave my mother behind;
the neighborhood is more of a war zone than ever.
I should return to my old job;
it’s summertime, and the livin’ ain’t so easy.
I should not even try to pursue the siren,
for I’ll crash and burn at sea anyway.
I should shut the hell up
and run with my gut.