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When it rains on Monday, it’s always too late.
I saw an awfully disheveled homeless man today, and I wanted to go up to him and say “you look how I feel.” But I decided that wouldn’t have made me any less exhausted, nauseous, and downtrodden. So, what do other people do on a sticky, rainy Monday when they know that all the day’s leading up to is a dirty, dirty Tuesday?
I’m packed and ready to move someplace where nothing’s sticky or dirty, and the week starts at Wednesday and ends on Saturday, and it only rains on Fridays when the clouds know that everybody’s been bottling everything up since last Thursday, and all the disheveled homeless men feel how you looked on your wedding day.
-B
I saw an awfully disheveled homeless man today, and I wanted to go up to him and say “you look how I feel.” But I decided that wouldn’t have made me any less exhausted, nauseous, and downtrodden. So, what do other people do on a sticky, rainy Monday when they know that all the day’s leading up to is a dirty, dirty Tuesday?
I’m packed and ready to move someplace where nothing’s sticky or dirty, and the week starts at Wednesday and ends on Saturday, and it only rains on Fridays when the clouds know that everybody’s been bottling everything up since last Thursday, and all the disheveled homeless men feel how you looked on your wedding day.
-B