|January 1998 / Volume One / Issue One|
I still get up around one o'clock,
a pot of coffee will hold me 'til seven
at which point I'll snack
with the pocket change I got.
I save the bills for the bar
in the evening.
They say your room for growth
is the distance
from your belly to the counter.
Mine seems the length of an
I get my money's worth.
I come home around three
and write this down so you know
I'm not dead or even hurt
or hung up in a traffic jam somewhere
but I'm alright,
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