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It's all your fault

by Anastasia Shows

My alarm didn't go off this morning,
and i blame you for that.
You kept me up all night with your witty texts,
and i forgot to set the alarm.

Now, I'm late for work.
Perfect! just perfect!
the coffee maker is broken,
and i just don't have the time to go by
Starbucks.

Shit! Am i really hitting every single red light in town???
I have a headache, and i need a new job.
(One that i can take the interstate to-
or better yet...walk to)

My boss is breathing down my neck,
about bwahbwahbwhabwahbwha...
that's all i hear...like a peanuts character
hears adults...
or a Peter Frampton guitar solo...

5:00. Friday.
one whiskey sour
PLEASE.

sitting there, i suddenly feel a
V I B R A T I O N
and what do you know?
its you.
TGIF. :)

02/06/2009

Posted on 02/06/2009
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/06/09 at 11:05 PM

This makes me want to buy you that whiskey sour. Nice work.

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