o. the tea’s gone cold.
yes, the tea’s gone cold
’cause you let it get cold.
you boiled it hours ago & then
forgot ’bout it
like an innocent pup
left starving, emaciated,
its ribs poking out o’ its skin.
what a sexy painting you’ve painted.
¿is this how you keep your squares checked?
¿is this how you keep your ducks in a row?
¿by FUCKING THEM?
this won’t look good on your performance review.
you won’t be getting that annual 2.33% raise this way, jay.
you need to clean up your act ‐‐
& your room.
your nostalgic tyrannical 2015 is so last decade.
well, maybe not a full decade…