Sleeping
There’s this guy I know…
indebted to him I feel I owe…
But he pays me little mind…
For all his tasks at hand give him a little time…
He sold me a sack one day…
Then came and got me when my mind went astray…
Naked all night we did play…
Walla his friend watched at bay…
Later then, after that though…
We still spoke as if I wasn’t a dope hoe…
And still to this day patient and tolerant…
Even after hours of pestering ever diligent…
He growls hard though if you disturb his rest…
He cusses and covers his face with his fists…
He’ll move as if to strike if you don’t leave him alone…
But all she wants is for you to unzone…
And wishes she might, that your mind could be still…
Or at least she could have the effect on you like the mindless drill…
Of that War of Tanks music I have memorized so well…
That even my mind can’t shut off..
and untill then…
I’ll sleep again
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