The nerve of those Hoos,
inviting me down there
on such SHORT notice
Even if I wanted to go
my shedule wouldnt allow it.
Four o'clock
wallow in self-pitty
Four-thirty
stare into the abyss
Five o'clock
solve world hunger- Tell no one
Five-thirty
jazzercise
Six-thirty
dinner with me
I cant cancel that again!
Seven o'clock
wrestle with my self
Loathing
I'm booked!
(mumbling)
But what if i moved the loathing to nine
id could still be done in time to lay in bed
stare at the ceiling
and slip slowly into madness...
But what would i wear?!
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