I awoke in a rush About ten hours, no; Ten minutes ago. Sometime around ten. Anyways, the point is... Forget about the point.
I awoke in a rush This morning, From what I believed, Was the sound of her Breathing. But as I came To, it was just that old Ceiling fan creaking It's nightly love song To me.
I pull myself out of bed And into the floor. The shades bring a certain Shade that I don't like Anymore. Oh, **** me!
I slink out to the shed And begin to burn, burn Burn away everything, Anyone care to come and try me? I'll change your mind.
Strange feelings begin to arise On this maybe-just-me morning. There, sixteen or seventeen different Varieties of happy and **** Send out all the words Of my daily love song To you.