Switch on the TV in hopes it's in color
They say, Asians don't need color TV's
They say we don't need it
because everyone, everything, every channel is still in black & white.
Reach for my energy drink
It doesn't give me any more energy then sex on a cool day
It doesn't do anything for me
because i'm looking for substance in sustenance form
Today proves to be a difficult one from the getgo
Today, gravity just seems to work against me
So, i'm bouncing from idea to idea
Like a chicken with it's head chopped off
Rearrange my body, turning over in hopes of another hour
Rearrange my thoughts, maybe I can lie myself outta this one
Rearrange my hands, maybe I can sex myself back into sleep
Rearrange my thoughts, maybe i should wake up
it's Wednesday
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damn.
for the less able to catch on quickly enough, the only typo that has to do with this poem is the one in this comment: SIMPLY SIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!!!!!!
jk i know that was stupid; but i love the way you put t.v. being the way it is... so true, so sad =/
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