Monday, April 1, 2013
April's Fool is May's Wiseman
I am washing my sheets again
Staring at the bed I sleep in
I am the only one who knows its secrets
The chemist knows that he sometimes found me
tangled in my headphones
unresponsive and in full dress
Come morning he would voice his distress
Really, I think he was most concerned
that he didn't get to have sex
The kid fresh out of college and straight into rehab
took me for a ride in his car
and made me watch him smoke opium
His polite upbringing asked me if I wanted some
Of course, I refused
I only wanted him
I washed my sheets and made my bed
I am telling everyone my secrets
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