Bored In Manhattan
I woke up where am I? I walked outside
I woke up to taxi cabs I asked a guy
I said “excuse me sir do you know where I am?
He said “You my friend are bored in Manhattan”
When he said those words I was confused and scared
I didn’t remember getting on a plane to get here.
But it’s all coming back to me right now
I came here on a business trip but that doesn’t explain how
Wait I remember I was bored walking down the street
And a weird woman on the corner came up to me
Asked if I wanted to have some fun
Obviously I said yes and then we got dumb
I remember loud music, flashing lights and girls
I remember being kind of in my own world
But that doesn’t explain how I woke up in the street
I just don’t understand how this could happen to me
I guess that’s what happens when you’re bored in Manhattan
Shoot! I’m going to be late. Dang how did this happen?
Copyright © Jason Skiljan | Year Posted 2015
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