Song of the Dramatically Procrastinating Furry Artist by Tantroo (critique requested)

[Chorus 1]

I would really really like to finish your furry commission

(Whoa,yeeah)

But you're going to have to understand my living condition

I promise I've been workin' on your piece of art.

But everytime I start, my life just falls apart.

[Verse A1]

I'm begging that you will understand my plea,

'cause my baby, my love, they just broke up with me.

My heart is sore, so I implore

Of my art I really wish I could do more.

I'm on the floor, the one I adore

has just got up and walked out the door.

[Chorus 2]

I would really really like to finish your furry commission

(Whoa,yeeah)

But understand my heart has broken me into submission.

I promise I've been workin' on your piece of art.

But everytime I start, my life just falls apart.

[Verse A2]

You don't have to go and get inhospitable

It's just that last week I was ill in the hospital.

I'm cutting through my stack, cut me some slack.

The doc says that stress could cause a heart attack.

Don't give me flak, cause of my achin' back.

It's not my fault that my life's outta whack.

[Chorus 3]

I would really really like to finish your furry commission

(Whoa,yeeah)

But I gotta get to the drug store to fill my perscription.

I promise I've been workin' on your piece of art.

But everytime I start, my life just falls apart.

[Verse B]

You're starting to annoy me I have to confess

talent like mine is not an art express.

I got other customers that aren't quite so rude.

How dare you assert that my business is shrewd!

Enough with your anger, you arrogant punk!

Forget 'bout that pic with your stupid skunk!

[Chorus 3]

I really really enjoyed burning your furry commission

(Whoa,yeeah)

Cause your bad attitute, your hatred, and all your aggression.

I promise I've been workin' on another's piece of art.

But everytime I start, my life just falls apart.

Song of the Dramatically Procrastinating Furry Artist (critique requested)

Tantroo

31 October 2012 at 20:34:42 MDT

This song is dedicated to all those customers of mind who keep reminding me that they paid me to do something. Harassing me with emails day and night asking for a refund, or how much progress I'm making on their work. You don't know my pain, let me share it with you now.

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