21 aug 2012

i place my life on hold.
i sit, playing games-with-friends
(thank you, zynga, for forever transforming downtime)
in vain pursuit of patience.
i bide my time.
i sit.
i wait.

how can you make me wait?
(why do i let you?)

do you imagine i can't find another [insert service professional here]?
(do i imagine samewise?)

what makes you think your time's more valuable than mine?
(what makes me think that?)
(or, think that you think that?)
(or, think that you think that i think that?)

where are you
where are you
where are you

where are you
where are you
where are you

i know if i start [insert productive way to spend my time here] you will immediately show up -- unless i start [insert productive way to spend my time here] to force your hand. i mean i can't be [insert productive way to spend my time here]ing ironically. i have to actually give up on you and [insert productive way to spend my time here].

and if i do
give up on you
then tell me who
wins -
do i win
or do you?

where are you
where are you
where are you

where are you
where are you
where are you

and, in the end, it's off to chick-fil-a (oh, stop, it's only chicken) and the wine store (that's right), then home to eat the bag of republican dreams and wash the cars. you never did show up, but that's okay. we emailed your boss.