You know, I was sleeping.
I mean, geeesh, how rude.
Dead sleeping and all that ruckus.
You're damn lucky
I can't remember whether or not
I was in the middle of a dream
where I was having relations
with some beautiful female
or winning the lottery.
Not sure what I'd do,
but I'm pretty sure it would have
something to do with ballistic.
So, go ahead and fade away
in the distance.
Now that you've woken me
you'd better get the hell out of here
and don't let the skies hit you
on the backside as you head east.
Good riddance.
P.S.
At least have the common decency
to turn the satellite dish back on
so I can watch some meaningless dribble
and resume my normal insomniac state.
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