Saturday, March 18, 2017

Is it not Christmas?

Watching it all go round and round
The carousel of the mind
The sickening hum
My tired whine
Thought I had a call from home
Just debt collectors on the phone
Reminding me that the prize is not mine
That motivation is hard to find
I try to keep my eyes closed
Knock knock
Nobody's home
South Bronx parasite
Red white and Hoo Hoo Hoo

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