Someone — I’m not naming names here — is going through a phase:
I feel, I feel, like a lightbulb, out. . . of power!I feel lonely, lonely, lonely!
I don't understand my fate!!
Just as a pair of suspenders yearning to be washed, I need the truth!
Give me the truth young soldier, Give me it now!I yearn to go to the dry cleaners, the dry cleaners. . .
That was “Ode to a Closet” by O D D 1, the worst selling author in the history of history. Thank you, thank you.
Some days we wonder what “empty nest” syndrome would feel like, and others we can imagine it only too vividly.
Posted by AKMA at February 17, 2004 09:51 PM | TrackBack