MOM, I’M HOME! (ANY MESSAGES?) Tomorrow I will discover the Devil’s eyes on a box of toothpaste From this day on he will follow me Concealing himself beneath the shadow of my every step Making wild suggestions through the commercials on TV Spying over my breakfast in the form of a coffee machine I scream his name and he vanishes into an open milk carton Quicksilver is never too late Not much for conversation But everyday he leaves the same message on my voicemail “Sorry Son So sad Too bad Sorry Son Sorry Son Sorry Son So sad Too bad Sorry Son So sorry” I think he likes me
Reason for writing:
Severe partying
Birth sign: Aquarius
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