If we're talking about love then I have to tell you
Dear readers,
I'm not sure where I'm headed, I've gotten lost before
I've woke up stone drunk on the floor

Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everybody hates a bore, everybody hates a drunk

This may be a lit invention
Professors muddled in their intent to try and rope followers
To float their malcontent
As for this reader, I'm already spent

Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a sad professor, I hate where I wound up

Dear readers, my apologies
I'm drifting in and out of sleep
Long silence presents the tragedies of love
Note the age, get afraid
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks

Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everybody hates a bore, everybody hates a drunk
Everyone hates a sad professor, I hate where I wound up
I hate where I wound up

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