I can't get up because if I do


I'll take a long look around me
I'll just be staring at the wally

and forget what I got up for

breakfast being the only thing

that gets me out of bed



gluey eyed I stumble through my room and down the hall

my stomach screams and to the floor I fall
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