I can't get up because if I do I'll just be staring at the wally I'll take a long look around me and forget what I got up for breakfast being the only thing that gets me out of bed my stomach screams and to the floor I fall gluey eyed I stumble through my room and down the hall at least I can scratch my balls Cocoa Crispies calling my name and crackling in my head my pipes are getting rusty my brain smells more like cheese I think I'll watch some t.v. or spin a record instead Cheers Love Connection or something like the Dating Game
