A very long day it feels like;
And long before the night is over;
When the guarantee for a goodnight’s sleep is expired,
Because it was not refrigerated.
And now I have to drink lukewarm water,
Before my thoughts run dry
And I fall asleep.
Thankful I am not falling through space in a dream!
Why should I go to work tomorrow,
When my wages have not been paid?
Why should the termites go to work tomorrow,
When their queen was roasted
And resting in peace in my belly?
Does that make me cruel?
You are welcome only if you have a shadow.
Writing is going in deep.
Being mad is serious business.
Being deep is mad business.
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