They say a virus is coming.
Check e-mails and update software.
The appocalypse cometh,
but no one will die.
They say a virus is coming.
Check e-mails and update software.
The appocalypse cometh,
but no one will die.
Beer sleep food beer sleep food beer.
Was acceptable
at the time.
Ironic that
I now have the time
and resources
to do it more efficiently now.
So it’s now a crime
to hate you.
I don’t hate you,
I just dislike you…
Very much.
I fight
myself everday. A fight
to the death.
One day
I’ll give up, we all give up,
one day.
Blue morning sigh,
we all ask the same whys.
Blue yawning sky.
Different venue.
Same people.
Same words.
Same ideas.
Pats on backs,
whist the knife waits.
Chicken on sticks and
those vegetarian things no one likes.
Questions and answers,
answers and questions.
Drawing prety little circles,
flow charts and post-it arts.
The conclusion?
We need more money.
Taking sips
from my soul
leaves me whole
Taking sips
from my soul
leaves a hole
We are forever Trever.
Your whistling whispers,
sweet as strawberries drenched
in honey.
Golden, silent scent of a beautiful woman.
The touch of her emerald eyes,
in my mind every minute.
Oh crap,
I’m doing it again.