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Descendant of the lings
Join Date: Dec 2003
Posts: 237
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Morning light peeks in
And I quickly check the clock late for work again Got to get some gas Before I end up walking Through the morning rain Still groggy, I yawn Fumble for the coffee cup Drips spill on my tie "Eggs are like flowers" A yummy, tasty daisy ...now a yellow stream It's funny, I thought, how things can change so quickly just like traffic lights One, two, three, repeat six streams of yellow lava make a run for it Grabing toast to go And an apple for good luck twist the stem for love My car is so old it huffs and puffs at twenty i know its faking Daydreams at the lights And loud honking at my back Startled, I yell back "Go suck a lemon!" He did not look so burly in his pin-striped suit traffic is so weird it's tourist season again Margaritaville My mood is changing I feel like a tall cool one but its 9 A.M. A long day ahead thinkin' about things she said Its just nag, nag, nag Happiness is a ghost I stopped trying to find dancing on my grave It's just one more day before I know I will pay the Yakuza men With parts of myself Lopped off in brutal fashion I need money now. arriving at work someone has parked in my space it now sours my day. Often at these times i find comfort in revenge and pee on his car I walk in the door giggling to myself softly despite my wet leg People look away Gray cubicles are mocking my inbox is full I must find a way to break away from this cage or i just might melt "Good morning" said Tish smelling of cheap, bad perfume which makes me horny "You look fabulous." I'm picturing her naked "Really? Do you like?" Showing off her shoes Knowing that she's sweet torment She twirls - what a flirt ! "By the way..." she says. "Staff meeting at 3 PM." "don't be late this time" As she walks away I watch her hips move like an old lover I knew My phone is ringing But can anyone be home? (to me... work is home) "Hello, my darling" "You are in some deep trouble!" "I saw you with Tish." Crap...stupid webcam Now I'll have to jump through hoops oh the trials of love Its sweet salty sting Brings back the taste of her flesh love needs some ketchup I said that out loud and instantly turn beet red knowing I've blown it. Still, her voice softens the dew of my summer morn I bend to her will. I order flowers Should I order eggs instead? Infertile woman... Checking my inbox Grow your penis, bigger breasts both are good ideas So where to click next? "Yakuza sends good fortune" Japanese are vexed "Today you will die" Shouldn't check my horoscope "And have a nice day" Need a coffee break Been here an hour by now sweet caffine haven Sniff...mmm...eau d'hump "Heeyas ya mail Mistah Jennings" Junk, all of it junk What's this? A card for a warning. Yakuza says: "Lilies for Darling" anagram perhaps? i jot words down for an hour "girl dies in floral!" what a shame, i smirk just another dumb headline wasting people's time beauty and the beast Timeless tale of love and woe Yes, they come and go What does this all mean? and where is my red stapler? i leave, loose and lost Why, why, keep this job? I'd much rather stay in bed But must pay my rent Daily grind beckons Another ass breaking day Laundry basket full. Time to leave today Just to wake up tomorrow to smell Tish again Tish is quite the dish Secretly had with my eyes But I know the truth Driving down I-9 wind blowing in my hair, I hear a thump, thump, thump Questioning stopping, Damn, its another flat tire Just ride it to town Rims suck anyway Bad move...that broke my bearings. Must call for a ride Cell battery dead Stick out my thumb for a ride Shaggy red-neck stops "Whar you headin', bwah?" "Well just up yonder" I said. "Can I catch a lift?" "Shuh, hop in," he said. The country music station played a drawling tune 'Waitin' on Joe' blares The truck is a fricking mess as trucks often are "Y'Ever killed a man?" "uh...you can let me off here" He makes me nervous "y' sure are perty" the banjo solo kicks in from 'Deliverance' I open the door jump out and roll to shoulder dislocate my knee pain is no stranger It has always been a friend that I can't shake off Walking with a limp I trudge towards my workplace heading the wrong way I should be home now dreaming of a naked Tish but she is at work Dancing for strange men, she prances on a lit staqe, earning more than me. Much more, counting tips and some shady backroom deals |
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