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By jims_belle Date: 2002 May 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.22.13.24.17437]] |
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My eyes open reluctantly Angry red and blurry My tired body is incredulous That I will even try to make it move My once nimble fingers Now fumble with the coffee filter Got to get some caffeine in me If I am going to make it to work A quick hot shower and then Blow dry the hair and comb it Screw the make up, it's not gonna happen Today they'll be lucky if I brush my teeth Mindless as a zombie I make my way down the interstate When did everyone begin to drive like fools Or maybe...it is just me Another eight hours await me Torturously long and inane I go through the motions Make my time to get my pay Why do I do this to myself you may wonder Easy... it's because of him Up till 2 am every night To spend one more minute with Jim |