(to the tone of creep by radiohead) but i'm asleep. on mypillow

idiot jail for ignorant beasts

Sisyphus

one must imagine sisyphus ouppy

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

I just don't think they'll stay under sand

clown gets home after a long day. tired, sweaty. peels off their colorful overalls on the way to the bathroom. gets in the shower and turns the knob. burst of confetti & ribbons from the showerhead. clown sighs. dries off with a long chain of hankies

she can barely get the door open before her 4 balloon dogs are squeaking in a pile in the foyer

she turns the knob on the stove and a few soft honks are heard before the burner ignites

she tries the wrong burner and it's a joy buzzer

she finally finishes making a pie for dinner, sets herself a place, sits down at the table, says clown grace, pours a glass of wine, takes a sip, arranges her napkin, & smashes the pie into her own face

This is how it must feel to have the gift of prophecy