Watching Paint Dry Poem by Gypsy Boy Ravey

To squander time and watch a soap
Is to surrender, give up hope
The epitome of mundane
Viewing proves your life’s a shame

Wasting time watching the street
Is like watching bleating sheep
And to tune into the bay
Is to fritter life away

To sit and watch the farm
Is to do your brain much harm
As for what happens in the square
Deary me I so don’t care

Turn it off and say goodbye
I’d rather sit and watch paint dry
Frankly, I wouldn’t even dare
So much more than I could bare

If you view your brain has died
Open your door and walk outside
If you want life in the street
Go out and find someone to meet

Watching this drivel is a waste
Shows a distinctive lack of taste
Your poor sad life you need to heal
Go out and find something that’s real



(c) varey 2013