FOMO

I would rather like to be, here with you and drinking tea. Than travel to some trendy spot, stuck in a static parking lot. I would rather have clean sheets, it’s one of my favorite treats. Than sit with a beer in a dreary pub. Forlorn staring in a pricey club. I would really rather hang, In my hammock book in hand. Than take a selfie in a far off land, with my head stuck in the sand. You’re missing out, you’re missing out. You dont know what ye’re doing. You’re missing out, you’re missing out. Do you realise what they’re sayin’? You’re missing out,you’re missing out, You really need to cave in. I would rather ride my bike, Against the wind along a dike. Than be owned by a clog-like car, Chained to its pricetag its just bizarre. I would really like to eat. Home made soup made with beet. Than wait in line for hyped up pap. One or another tiktok fad. I would really rather sail In force one, Beaufort scale Than continue to persist With a never ending bucket list You’re missing out, you’re missing out, you’re attitudes a no go. You’re missing out, you’re missing out. Why aint you wearing yer logo’s? You’re missing out, you’re missing out. Ain’t you worried about the FOMO? I would really rather play. On my ukelele everyday. Than wait two hours for a pee. At a festival WC. I would really rather stroll. Through the park around a knoll. Than watch a load of caustic vitriol. Spouted by a some boomer troll. I’m quite happy the way I am. Its not that I don’t give a damn. But, I don’t need to be the best. quite happy to be the rest. You’re missing out, you’re missing …. Oi, OI! Stop it…stop it. I’m not. Be quiet.