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Day One
I wake up wishing
I had never been born.
A massive headache from too much slumber.
My brain feels
as if it had been torn
into countless and indiscernible pieces.
A unwanted memory
works its way to my psyche
and makes the headache even worst.
Memory was of
things of my past,
things I am not proud of.
Day Two:
I wake up to the
torturing sound of country music
blaring from one of my roommates room.
Bang! Bang! I
have enough trouble without tat
sad-ass music turn it ta fuck down ya tight panted cowpoker!
Its a wonder how
cowboys have children wearing pants so tight.
Artificial insemination? Who knows.
Peace, Never knew
it could be so delicious.
Relaxing and soaking in my new found silence.
Day Three:
A dream I've had
since I was seven woke me up.
Dream of a jungle that I know but never been to.
Heroic I was in
it. A grenade falls at the feet of my buddies
I dive upon it and take the blast ending my life in one violent
blast.
I wish I knew
what the damn dream meant.
Wish I didn't have to die in it all the damn time.
Day Four:
Megadeth wakes
me up.
Fast riffs of the guitars pure music to my ears.
Em dolts say they
just plain noise.
They say they just long haired sissies
screaming into
the mike about their miserable lives.
Is Country any different? Figure it out my friend.
Day Five:
Woke up to some
crappy Green Day
Hate them the singer impersonates
the singer of
The Clash.
Their lyrics aren't worth spit.
I can't do anything
about it the arsewipe
lives across the street.
I would if I had
a long range
sniper assault rifle.
Day Six:
Ahh finally someone
round here has good taste.
Smashing pumpkin's my savior for this fine morning.
Spirits lifted,
I get ready for a good day
in my exhausting classes.
Day seven:
Woke up the ringing
of my phone
today I am S'posed to sleep in!
What are ya doing
calling me at 7 am?
Oy ya dolt, ya got ta wrong number
This is not the
library.
consult your UNM phone directory.