Disconnected A gloomy morning, in a chilly bed, The pillow’s lumpy, beneath your head. The floor’s frosty, beneath your feet, The stupid landlord, turned off the heat. Mister Coffee is on strike, No caffeine, like you do like. The shower, cause too much pain, Coursing down, like frozen rain. The microwave, doesn’t run, Frigid oatmeal isn’t fun. Grabbing a robe, your hands are pale, Turn on the machine, to check the mail. The screen goes black, there is a beep, A bad bad feeling, begins to creep. Error 666, the message said, Sorry, you are currently dead. by mtc/empty sea
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 14:17:02 +0000
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