so by mistake you step in a muddy patch of grass on your way to breakfast.
life ain't so bad.
so my shoe & pants are a little muddy & my socks are a little wet, but i'm good.
So I get to the cash register. can i get #4?
"i'm sorry son breakfast just ended a few minutes ago."
"aww no way really? My watch reads 9:58am."
"I'm sorry son the cooks just turned off the stove"
"hey no worries, I'll just get up early tomorrow."
It's cool I didn't care the real reason I wasn't so angry was because I left my wallet at home.
I'd rather not borrow your dollar Friend 'Y'.
Hey my sock has a hole.
hey my shirts got a stain.
hey i'm really hungry.
hey my friends just went home.
hey i'm really cold.
my stomach is turning.
i don't feel so well.
i want to go home.
may i borrow your sweater?
i'm sorry if i'm annoying.
if i screamed into the grand canyon and there was no one around would it echo?
if i cried and never felt better could a band-aid save me?
if i never loved would i ever live?
if i never lived would i ever exist?
& what's love anyway?
why can't i have my cereal for breakfast?
why must i always be the one in trouble?
why do my friends always go before i do?
when is it my turn?
hey want to borrow my sleeping bag?
want some hot chocolate?
so I
add 1
to 2
and my product is 3.
but 3 is company and someone's got to be alone in the end.
i'm a little exhausted.
and it's been hurting for too long.
i mean a little 'i'm glad you made it this far & haven't fucked up" would be cool.
maybe something real or from the heart.
a little emotion wouldn't hurt.
you're not a robot & it wouldn't disappoint your culture to show your family some love.
hahaaha, but hey let's be real I'll be fine tomorrow.
good night.
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