Sometimes Sonja has to
Work late
Tonight is one of
Those nights
(I used to work late
Sometimes too
Back in the long gone
Golden Sawmill Days)
There was a message
Waiting for me
When I got home
Working late baby
Why don't you go
Play on the computer
Have a few drinks
When I'm done
We'll go to the pub
I walked the dog first
Now I am on to the
Playing on the computer
And drinking part of this
Friday night
Got my work clothes
In the washing machine too
Life is not
Just about
The Motherfucking Revolution
1 comment:
"Working late baby
Why don't you go
Play on the computer
Have a few drinks
When I'm done
We'll go to the pub"
this is the greatest poetry of all time
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