my alarm clock was a kick in the balls,
after a cocaine night of listening to comedy
and mix CDs, like a steak dinner.
the bitch of sidewalk
checked my phone
just as Kelly called.
we are all the jealous type
and I want to get on a motorcycle
might do a standup set tonight,
but have to poop first
and don't want to deal with all the bullshit.
it's like Phoenix, Arizona all over again,
but I will just blame a victim
and blame myself all over again.
I am, inevitably, going to become
a Saves the Day emo song,
and then she reads my mind and says you are already are.