After a day spent
knee deep in debt,
I retire to morning,
to bed, to basement
It's there, cotton warmth,
jersey in Summer, Summer's here
sitting with me tonight,
cross legged, near ****
Summer is a dude, I swear to God,
I know his scent. It's like
at the store at 10 PM, it's
the putrid musk infiltrating me
through my eyes, my nose,
my tongue, my tender throat.
After a day spent
knee deep in debt,
I retire to morning,
to bed, to basement
to wait for morning
and her gentle rays
so I may rise from
my concrete tomb,
a revenant, for you,
dripping my dreams,
eaten nearly to death,
to fulfill this debt.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
After a day spent
knee deep in debt,
I retire to morning,
to bed, to basement
It's there, cotton warmth,
jersey in Summer, Summer's here
sitting with me tonight,
cross legged, near ****
Summer is a dude, I swear to God,
I know his scent. It's like
at the store at 10 PM, it's
the putrid musk infiltrating me
through my eyes, my nose,
my tongue, my tender throat.
After a day spent
knee deep in debt,
I retire to morning,
to bed, to basement
to wait for morning
and her gentle rays
so I may rise from
my concrete tomb,
a revenant, for you,
dripping my dreams,
eaten nearly to death,
to fulfill this debt.
I spend too much time thinking about my boss. Wishing he'd notice some of the ******** I do. Some of the mess I clean. And this heat drives me insane. Last year was hotter, though. Too many people are out for me to take a vacation. Maybe soon, though. So yeah.
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