18 June 2012
Brain dead
Can't think to write
Early mornings
Fuck, they bite
Tired throughout the day
Brain mush come night
Eyes slowly closing
Can't be bothered to fight
So climb the steps I do
Off to the land of nod
If I don't then I hate to think
What will happen to my bod
So good night to you
And good night to me
But first I must stop
And have a little pee
Urgh • Opuss № I