These people just drive to Chicago
Like it’s no big deal
My sister
She’s like that
Drives to Chicago
Like it’s nothing
She says--
Oh, you live right outside the city
I say--
It’s forty-five minutes
It’s not right outside the city
I see her
On my phone
All the time
Taking pictures of herself
In Chicago
Excuse me, Miss Bigshot
But some of us work, you know?
Some of us have jobs
Not that she doesn’t work
But she doesn’t have a job
Not really
She’s a photographer
Photography isn’t work
You know how I know that?
Because wherever she goes
She’s always taking pictures of herself
On her phone
Even when she’s not working
And nobody would ever do that much work
When they’re not working
When they’re not working
If what they did
Was really work
That’s how I feel about it
And a feeling’s a feeling
And she’s always
In Chicago
Every Friday, she’s in Chicago
Every Saturday, she’s in Chicago
Sometimes Sunday
For brunch
Like she’s Queen Lucille Ball
Or something
Sometimes she’s there during the week!
I say to her--
Aren’t you tired?
Aren’t you exhausted?
Aren’t you exhausted?
I’m exhausted just looking at you
She goes--
It’s fun
You know what’s fun for me?
Getting to take a two-minute shower
Getting to take a two-minute shower
Without one of my kids
Jumping off the roof
That’s fun
You know how many times
I’ve been in the emergency room
With my hair still wet
Because one of my little geniuses
Thought it would be funny
To see how many Q-tips
They could get in their ear at once?
There’s nothing wrong with having kids
But unless you have kids
You don’t understand what it’s like to have kids
That’s how I feel about it
And a feeling’s a feeling
And there’s nothing wrong
With going to Chicago
But I don’t understand these people
Who act like it’s no big thing
And go there alll the time
And travel
And spend two hundred dollars on dinner
And never get married
And take photos of themselves in the ocean
Without worrying
About dropping their phone in the water
And ruining it
And god only knows
What those phones cost
And I wouldn’t know
Because I don’t have a phone
Because the guy on the news told me
The CDC listens in on all our calls
So I don’t have one
And I don’t go in the ocean
And I don’t eat
And I don’t go to Chicago
And that’s how I feel about it
And a feeling’s a feeling
And, by the way, I’m very happy
Very, very happy
Couldn’t be happier
And if you ask me
My sister’s not happy
Oh, she says she is
She looks like she is
She acts like she is
Her skin looks great
She donates to charity
And I haven’t seen her frown in ten years
But if you ask me
Underneath all that
She’s miserable
Totally miserable
And I could be wrong
But I got a feeling
And you know what they say?
A feeling’s a feeling
A feeling’s a feeling
So that’s how I feel
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