2 jobs no sleep
By pat •
Red tubes screw up the few who choose to be blue
they use shoe glue
to fuse the souls of their shoes back together
the weather channel channels
whether or not we can handle the weather
it's all for the better
I compare myself to a rusty faucet
I'm lost yet I've found all new meanings
I'm still feigning for a cigarette
but I figure, best be cautious with my desires
I perspire working for hours
looking forward to a shower
followed by devouring my pillow
with the back of my tired ass head