By Ash Catcher.
Once a week, I think it is neat That we like to put something out that is tangible, and concrete. Every time it happens to be, a Wednesday that I can see. Under sharing, over posting, I need to stop highlighting my coffee. You wrote a song about this day. And I work on this day at the cafe. Something about Wednesdays. Ash, bring it back to present day. That I am out there working, and you are on your couch. Slouched over a computer, fix your posture- ouch. Trapped in a place where nobody can stand to be. I sometimes question the legitimacy of your “company”. Take that however you please. I can still taste the animosity. One day a week where I spill my guts. Kinda like you did with Chestnuts. Koalas seem like little bitch bears, and waffles are too sticky. I should be more careful of my wording, But it all starts to get fuzzy. I am glad we both just get a day. Well good night, I am gonna go away and hit the hay.
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