The Personal Malady of the Public Social Butterfly
Caught between a rock and a hard place in routine life
Being a responsible good girl who did everything she was told
Or run the risk of breaking at least one minor rule
Ignoring the time for once and just remembering what it was like
To have some much needed fun with a hint of responsibility
No alcohol needed for this outing though
Just some popcorn and comfortable pajamas to lounge around in
Ready to have some unmitigated laughs this occasion
Without the unnecessary aid of social convention to blend in
The perils of being a friendly creature who loved to party
And watch reruns of classic television on basic cable
Starting to regret the decision the next morning big time
Struggling with overcoming a personalized cinder block
Known as exhaustion by making the wrong choice
Deciding to stay up till the closest stroke of midnight
A razor sharp edge between being a night owl
And tempting the fate of a responsible working woman
Punching in the perpetual time card of reality
Without dragging two dead weight known as feet
A zombie of epic proportions that can't think straight
Without falling out their swivel chair
Would rather twirl around their cubicle
Than do anything of constructive merit
Counting down the days until the weekend
Time to recoup some lost time from Dreamland
Searching for a social life that can be clearly remembered
Not erased by the stroke of Monday morning
Ready to fly off to sleep for the next eight hours
Can't wait to gain some missing perspective.
