what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

It may work
But you gotta straddle it to be sure

Single digits doubling up
Appearing greater than the sum of their parts

Appearances are everything
At least they appear to be

You must be talking to me
I’m the only one here before 9:30

As if we had a choice
There’s no we in go-fuck-yourself  

On the 7th day she said take a number
Zen and the Art of the Government Worker

Hurry up rush get there sooner
Wait in line longer

The line would move a lot faster
If people had their shit together

No I don’t have a confirmation number
I’m a messenger I come here every day

One sob story followed closely by another
Five days a week 51 weeks a year  

Keeping track of wait time
For no good reason

Call it what you will   Call me crazy
Call me on the phone from Foster

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sugarbear said...

and where were you in the mayhem?

Posted August 9, 2009 04:03 PM | Reply to this comment

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