Scrambled Eggs by Jon-Jacob F DealSix 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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