Hello,
It's Friday,
I walk into my room,
I'm on my snack,
And snuggled,
I wonder why she lacks the hype,
The weekend hype in town,
She breaks down,
And I push my snack away,
I wonder why she hates the weekend,
Why she clings to her bear,
And how her pillow knows her harrows,
She holds her mouth,
With her hands agitated,
She doesn't like it, when,
The neighbor next-door,
Walks in to inquire about the gnashing,
I watch her in the mirror,
Horror! And sure I want her out,
I beckon the custodian,
And she says,
It's a single person that uses the gangway,
I'm stunned,
I'm the corpse in my room.