If we`re talking about love Then I have to tell you Dear readers, I`m not sure where I`m headed I`ve gotten lost before I`ve woke up stone drunk Face down in the floor
Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk
This may be a lit invention Professors muddled in their intent To try to rope in followers To float their malcontent As for this reader, I`m already spent
Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up
Dear readers, my apologies I`m drifting in and out of sleep Long silence presents the tragedies Of love. Note the age. Get afraid The surface hazy with attendant thoughts A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up I hate where I wound up
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