i can’t seem to judge
lapses of time anymore
and spend the days
the nights
lying on my couch
and whenever i look up
at the clock
6 hours
have passed by
at least while sitting here
i finally got around
to reading all those books
all that LITERATURE
you’re supposed to read
if you want to be considered
cultured
but it’s time i start
getting out of
the house more
my girlfriend thinks i’m
with someone else
‘cause i never answer
the phone
and i’m never out
with my friends
or her
or anyone
for that matter
so i must be here
having some kind
of love affair
though the only love affair
i’ve been having lately
is with myself
since frankly
i’ve had enough of
‘literature’
and would rather
lie on my couch
and jerk-off for hours
than read another
god-damn sonnet
by
Shakespeare