sleep deprivation is as normal as cheese
nowadays,
Redhead has beat it once again,
gotten away with 70% of things today,
now that's good for anyone in this town
specially this time a year.

Mrs. Bitch used to tell he she was smart but she
didn't try hard enough. But mother said
that was the most destructive of all clichés and
it stuck.

It's been a good day today, overall, like a
lump. Day-to-day.

Redhead's fully dressed in bed with a TV set
flickering all over her face--
It's okay as long as it makes her
want to pass out.

(she's got all the important stuff in 6 pockets,
stuff she'd have to hide.
gotta save up energy.
Readhead truly hates the stuff she's got.)

Nightlife's no life at all, not even in
this town most certainly not this
time a year:

Early morning bitches at the garbage truck
without any saliva' that's the only way though,
Thirst's her wake up call for when
it's already late (late's her newest outfit
mother would have said cliché)
the curtains are no longer important
and she's got to take a shower, not a bath
because it's a Wednesday and the guys
will be going home early to their
wives.

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