Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
It Is Friday's…
It is Friday's
Where everyone is
Either out with
Their friends or
Family, or dates.
But not I.
It has been
Friday for 21
Hours now and,
Here I sit.
Straightening my hair,
Burning my fingertips.
Here I sit,
Socks and shoes
On but no
Place to be.
I'm just waiting
For a phone
Call, an email,
Or any visitor,
Living or dead
To enhance me
From this loneliness.
I'll read a
Book, write some
Nonsense, and sleep
Like I've died.
November 25, 2005
Suge
Where everyone is
Either out with
Their friends or
Family, or dates.
But not I.
It has been
Friday for 21
Hours now and,
Here I sit.
Straightening my hair,
Burning my fingertips.
Here I sit,
Socks and shoes
On but no
Place to be.
I'm just waiting
For a phone
Call, an email,
Or any visitor,
Living or dead
To enhance me
From this loneliness.
I'll read a
Book, write some
Nonsense, and sleep
Like I've died.
November 25, 2005
Suge
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