Thinking about time again,
how I waste time thinking about her,
time that is, and then I get shitty
philosophy spasms, realizing
almost all of my time is spent
not being consciously focused
on the things I like to spend
my life doing, but rather,
I piddle and I piddle and I piddle
Like a shitty little Thanksgiving elf,
and I know why nothing is good
inside my mind, and time runs
by as I nurture the depression
which curdles all of my time.

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