More of My Triumph Compared To Most of Your Tripe
MEET ME AT MC D’S IN 15 MINUTES, YEAH RIGHT
It’s not the hating
It’s not the debating
It’s not what Satan is always creating
It’s the waiting
When unqualified comfort will come
And yes, I agree you can call me dumb
I should have said no but rather I said yes
And how long I’ll wait is anyone’s guess
The soda I bought is already half filled and flat
As I sit in a seat where the dealer man once sat
But he ain’t in that seat right now when I need him the most
Alas, right now he may as well be a ghost
An apparition dreamed up by a sadist with a whip
Because the man knows he has me in his grip
I’ll wait here for hours if that’s what’s meant to be
So long as he finally gets to me
So I hope to the universe it’s not much longer until he will arrive
Because of this anticipation I may not survive
© 2011.… Phreepoetree ~free cee~
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