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Bass Ackwards

I woke up this morning

yesterday,

Instead of my normal routine,

I put my pants on the wrong way.

 

And instead of

opening my eyes to see,

I kept them closed,

"I smell with these."

 

And as if that isn't

insane enough,

I walked on my hands

to make things more tough.

 

I woke up this morning

yesterday,

with my bass on ackwards

in the most peculiar way.

 

Up was down, and down was stay.

Yes meant why? and stop meant play.

As the clock struck midnight

then purged to three,

I slowly realized

 

none of this was a dream.

 

 

I woke up this morning.

Yesterday.

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michelle-e-alba
34 / F / Dominican
Published
Jun 22, 2010
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