Please don’t forget my orientation.
I have lost my attachment. Let’s make this
the boring crisis. Check the beast. Inhale.
My bunkmate has ESP he’s been using on me
regularly. So now he sits on my end of the
couch. It’s not that hot. I signed up for
the other side. So....
Sometimes snowmen need new underwear, too.
Put that on your list of disrepair.
Maybe some breakdown jeans or a
nurse’s uniform. I wanted to
pound my head a while.
Forgot I couldn’t see.
There goes my orientation.
