The Snow

The snow is 2 feet high. Then I look up at the sky. Maybe I should stay home and get high? Or grab a shovel and cry. So what I am going to do is get high. Then grab the shovel and cry. I went outside, and the snow was up to my knees. It was not a pretty sight for me to see. Maybe I should just call it a night. And wait for the daylight, so I said, What the hell, I might as well do it right. The wind chill was three below, and I had nowhere to go. So I will just stay home.