Nothing
Screams
I hate
My life
Like an overflowing
Sink of dirty dishes
While you're trying to
Smoke a little dope
On a otherwise uneventful
Tuesday afternoon.
It's a minor tragedy. An avoidable calamity.
A Goddamn disaster.
By the time you notice
You are way past screwed.
So you
wait.
And it gets
Worse.
And then it's too
Late.
And you still have to do
Them.
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