I have no
service again
It never
seems to fail
Whenever
I need it for something
The
signal totally bails
Can't
look at Facebook
And
communicate with my peeps
Or check
my email
For
messages from creeps
It's
making my eyes bleed
To watch
the loading icon spin
It knows
that I'm in need
But it
refuses to give me win
Good
thing I'm not horny
With no
porn I'd be so screwed
Jaded to
most normal things
My
imagination has difficulty being lewd
What if I
had to check my bank statement?
Buy a
tchotchke from amazon
Read all
of my blogs
Maybe
watch Cesar whisper to dogs
I may
have to do the unthinkable
Something
that I've dreaded for years
First I
have to find some booze that's drinkable
Because
actually talking to live people brings me to tears
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