booyah.

monday, monday...
thats already four shirts today.
get that baby out of your mouth!
vortex of corporate chains.
demons, the bane of my existence.
happy hour, flower power,
am i normal? of course you are.

she's at the end of the bar,
oh so far far far away,
too many half empty beers between us.

you're just like my lacrosse coach-
dedicated and sad.
there's aliens in the mailbox writing your mother,
death threats and please let's let's let's let'sssssssssss

let's go away
throw away all my thoughts that are at bay for now,
for now,
for now for now for now.