Demand

You may as well keep your belly full For the time may come when you'll rely on the layer of fat That separates you from the rabid dog and the common fly To a less demanding place on your spine I feel you shift my weight around I squirm and roll beneath your flesh Just like the guy you met in town He's yelling at the parking lot Throwing beer cans down the stairs Driving home to Mom and Dad To spend a weekend with no cares