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