Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Hour of Repetition
It is the hour of repetition,
For I've heard it all before.
So tired of being told lies,
I have grown to fear them,
So how horrible
Does that make me?
I am sitting here,
Teacher droning on,
Me writing in loopy, curvy
Handwriting, I am
Not sleepy but tired of something.
All I do is feign
Attention while mom repeats
Again how to:
Wash laundry
Wash dishes
Vacuum
Clean rug
Clean bathroom
Fold clothes;
I am a 20 year old being
Talked to like a 5 year old
Who feels almost infantile
And already tired of life,
But not tired enough to sleep.
June 2, 2004
Suge
For I've heard it all before.
So tired of being told lies,
I have grown to fear them,
So how horrible
Does that make me?
I am sitting here,
Teacher droning on,
Me writing in loopy, curvy
Handwriting, I am
Not sleepy but tired of something.
All I do is feign
Attention while mom repeats
Again how to:
Wash laundry
Wash dishes
Vacuum
Clean rug
Clean bathroom
Fold clothes;
I am a 20 year old being
Talked to like a 5 year old
Who feels almost infantile
And already tired of life,
But not tired enough to sleep.
June 2, 2004
Suge
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Hour of Repetition
Hour of Repetition