Out for my morning run,
to strengthen my body, relax my mind
up and at it, just before the sun.
I run and run and leave everything behind.
As i pass Mr. Jones he turns pale, flips the bird
grabbing his chest, face pale.
Then Mrs. Allen who grabs and covers her kids eyes, the vicious herd.
As I pass she yells out "You go to hell!"
Mrs. Doney waves and tries to invite me over
blushing and grinning.
The same for Mr. Toney walking his dog, Rover,
both looking at me as though their mind was sinning.
No Officer Ray this morning,
he tends to be cruel.
Always trying to lock me up in his gay car.
He's been that way since I challenged him to that pine cone dual.
Butchy the mean bulldog starts his daily chase.
He always comes as i run passed
he tries to get me, as i try to kick him in the face
that mutt once bit me in the ass.
I don't know whats so wrong with my morning exercise.
People have tried to fight me, Mrs. Allen tried to sue.
My ex-wife use to beg me not to go, she would even cry.
All of this over my morning run, my jog in the nude.