Plasmastic Dreams

Oh man, you said some shit.

You said some shit last night.

Some of it was right.

Some was outa sight.

Some was not so bright.

Some was kinda trite.

Me? I didn’t bite.

I stayed outa sight.

Listened to my wife.

I want you home tonight.

She don’t need the fright.

I came home alright.

Maybe out of spite.

But I came home.

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