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The rest of the week stretches before me like
This morning I threw up for no reason that I can
The ladies don't bother saying hi to me anymore and I
If I won the lottery I would work harder than
I should be able to come up with a better message than
Maybe I should just never leave this
They've stopped inviting me to meetings too because
I have wrapped myself in a cocoon of silence so
If I were a better lover I'd
Why have I spent all my
I tried to put paintings on the wall but the wall
I used to try to listen to music but
The hum of the dehumidifiers is like
I am an animal in a cage, one that nobody wants to
After work I will just
No substances of any kind, even food, have
Damn it all to
What else can I do, I'm wearing this stupid striped short-sleeved
They are all women, so they are sexist to men, because
As if I am a metonymy for every man who ever
There is much too much I'd rather
Even this miserable poem is a violation of the Protestant
With each day I get more alienated, more entrenched, but
They all hate me or maybe I hate
It's all bad, or so it seems to me, right
I am a human ghetto or so I feel in this
And nothing will help, no shirt, sobriety, or
It took you to make my house so big and empty, some
I'm paying rent on air and
There's probably nothing we can
No, there's nothing we can
After all, it's October and
2002