Cash me a coupon,
it's cold,
I need some soup in my thermos,
I won't make it through unless you do this favour for me,
He told me,
The coupon's done, out of date but not by long
So I went home and hungered for sustenance.
Providence pats me and cuts me a slice of tomorrow, sleep is the main meal in everyone's eyes
I wake to a giro from
the ministry, a
man called Tom and he sends me his
kind regards.
Pardon me waitress can I have more servings of pancakes,
hunger takes more than I know and then I settle down, can't afford to go to town and I cut more coupons from magazines.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
Cash me a coupon,
it's cold,
I need some soup in my thermos,
I won't make it through unless you do this favour for me,
He told me,
The coupon's done, out of date but not by long
So I went home and hungered for sustenance.
Providence pats me and cuts me a slice of tomorrow, sleep is the main meal in everyone's eyes
I wake to a giro from
the ministry, a
man called Tom and he sends me his
kind regards.
Pardon me waitress can I have more servings of pancakes,
hunger takes more than I know and then I settle down, can't afford to go to town and I cut more coupons from magazines.
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