Keep in mind, I was a sober mover in the sun,
hot coffee, no A/C.
I'm sure there's a story behind the bullshit.
Jingle-jingle-jingle,
a one dollar coin,
reminds me why
I wouldn't pay
a penny for my thoughts.
Keep in mind, we were moving and I never cleared out my desk,
my emails or my dresser,
heavier to lift than the thoughts with which I weighed them.
Nickel and dime me
to the breaches of sanity.
Call the night sticks,
and beat me morning sick -
Keep in mind, I have an awful tendency to repeat the same spew,
send double emails, reuse dirty clothes,
putrid as a sleepy rose in a hospital gift shop.
for being out of my quarters.
