Oh phone, sitting there on my desk
Doing just what you always do best
Sitting, not moving, not doing much at all
Why can't you make just one phone call?
(oh yeah, because you ran out of battery the other day)
Magnificent jar of
0.1% Betamethasone cream
Only a third used
on my skin allergies
they've dried
they've hardened
they've scabbed
they've fallen off
My skin is now clear
as a Windexed window
Thank you
good
friend
My wallet, my wallet, my friend of my pocket
I see you thin and weightless
No bread to feed you
Your skin is worn out
I'm poor, no doubt
So patience my savior
9-5 is going to be my major
So I can make you happy
My poor sickened wallet
Speaker, oh Speaker
you make sounds like a cracked beaker,
when i turn you on,
its like everything is gone,
thank you oh speaker,
i just found my sneaker
Laying on the desk
A lone sheet of paper awaits.
Shunned by his neighbours,
all of whom he hates.
The reason for this loathing
is that blank is he
while marked are his peers
are full of great envy
Tele
Oh dear sweet tele
How you've seen such use
But now your face is black
As it has been for months
No lights, no sounds
You're not even plugged in
One day you will die
And I'll shatter your corpse
Alone with a bat
In a green field by an abandoned house
That will be your grave
Your days are numbered
...bitch
Touching your soft rubber sleeve
Feeling the cold metal shaft beneath
Playfully twirling your cylindrical shape between my fingers
Pressing that button always gives me those tingles
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0.1% Betamethasone cream
Only a third used
on my skin allergies
they've dried
they've hardened
they've scabbed
they've fallen off
My skin is now clear
as a Windexed window
Thank you
good
friend
My wallet, my wallet, my friend of my pocket
I see you thin and weightless
No bread to feed you
Your skin is worn out
I'm poor, no doubt
So patience my savior
9-5 is going to be my major
So I can make you happy
My poor sickened wallet
So full of porn and pirated movies
I adore you so much
but
STOP FUCKING RANDOMLY CRASHING
what the fuck
are you
doing
hanging off the desk like that
you stupid queerbait
foot
you make sounds like a cracked beaker,
when i turn you on,
its like everything is gone,
thank you oh speaker,
i just found my sneaker
A lone sheet of paper awaits.
Shunned by his neighbours,
all of whom he hates.
The reason for this loathing
is that blank is he
while marked are his peers
are full of great envy
I follow no mother fucker.
I may have a Bachelors in English, and a Minor in creative writing. But you sick twisted fucks wont trick m3!
im a11 ru1n1n ur thr3d! W00T!
(Also mind you, I stopped smoking weed 3 years ago, just smoked a bowl of medicinal shit from cali)..... Oops.
Oh dear sweet tele
How you've seen such use
But now your face is black
As it has been for months
No lights, no sounds
You're not even plugged in
One day you will die
And I'll shatter your corpse
Alone with a bat
In a green field by an abandoned house
That will be your grave
Your days are numbered
...bitch
Every time I need ya,
You're filling my room with ATB,
But what am I to be?
Feeling the cold metal shaft beneath
Playfully twirling your cylindrical shape between my fingers
Pressing that button always gives me those tingles
To my beloved flashlight