Saturday alone on a love seat
for two with my roommate
plucking away at twisted nickel
across the room.
Unshowered, unmotivated,
a maybe Monday.
My clean laundry's a footrest
for ***** feet fresh off the
almost autumn asphalt.
Come visit us.
Be unshowered and unmotivated
on this maybe Monday.
Don't worry, the door's unlocked.
There's just a few hundred
flamingos waiting to get in,
but they should move
at the sound of your unshowered,
unmotivated, maybe Monday footsteps
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Saturday alone on a love seat
for two with my roommate
plucking away at twisted nickel
across the room.
Unshowered, unmotivated,
a maybe Monday.
My clean laundry's a footrest
for ***** feet fresh off the
almost autumn asphalt.
Come visit us.
Be unshowered and unmotivated
on this maybe Monday.
Don't worry, the door's unlocked.
There's just a few hundred
flamingos waiting to get in,
but they should move
at the sound of your unshowered,
unmotivated, maybe Monday footsteps
It's 2:54 PM and I haven't done ****
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