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Scrambled Eggs

by Jon-Jacob F Deal

Six twenty seems to come so fast
And I get up
And drag my ass
And wonder why
While I get up, to do the things that someone else
Decides a young man
(As myself)
Should do before the sun is up
And I'm awake
But hell, what for?
I dress and stumble out the door
To catch the huffing, yellow bus
And rest my head on a window pane
And hit a bump
And bang my brain
And so--

I'm scrambled eggs.

09/29/2001

Posted on 09/29/2001
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal

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