For some reason, I woke up this morning thinking I'd like to write something with the word Robitussin in it. May have been a memory of my wayward youth. So I came up with this depressing ditty. You'll have to supply your own tune:
Ten
I'm sittin' in my flop
drinkin' up some Robitussin
I haven't got a cold
what I've got is lots of nothin'.
I wish that I could say
I left her standin' there
but I never got that close
to her perfume or her hair.
I'm a late shift worker
with a head full of schemes
I'm a night desk clerk
who's forgotten how to dream.
I could surf the net for porn
figure that might pass some time
But the little time I have
isn't even really mine.
I think I'll finish watchin'
that roach up on the wall
close my eyes and listen
to the TV down the hall.
I'll try n’ get some sleep
hope I never wake again
But you know I need my job
so I'll set the clock for ten.
I'm a late shift worker
with a head full of schemes
I'm a night desk clerk
who's forgotten how to dream.
Monday, April 27, 2009
