Inside My Box
The fax machine, It beeps. This old tie around my neck feels heavy. Coffee's old and cold.
ATTN: John
SUBJECT: Generic Request
YaddaYadda
Blah Blah
Scan, email, sent, sit back, drink my coffee.
Phone rings twice.. no need to even motion. Sheila always get it
Sales are down, spent my 401k on a house that's now undervalue, and my wife's fucking the mailman.
Still I smile, say hello, hold the door, and wave to the neighbors.
Fuck them. So tired on acting human.
Mines have been dug in the back yard, with clockworks on the ready.
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[60 Mage] Fabumbus Dabump
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