It must be Friday, I feel more violently sick than usual.
Sick of you, sick of me.
I drove my car into a garden this morning,
The wilting flowers ignored me.
I punched my boss in the sternum before lunch,
He said it wasn't enough to sack me.
I killed a man over a bagel in Superdrug,
The cashier over-charged me.
In the afternoon I deleted all my companies files,
The board promoted me.
On the way home, I pissed off a bridge, stabbed a cat, painted a window and burned a school ,
Some kids asked me for a light.
At home, in the kitchen, next to the Sugar Puffs was a note.
You had left me.
Thanks.
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