Sunday, February 3, 2008

Dear Marshall

The Superbowl was ah.
Whatever. Tom Petty is cool,
but I would rather have seen you perform.
Hopefully you are feeling good
and not eating alot of crap
like I just did.

Like the fucking workaholic dork I am
I'm back home already
at my machine
wishing that people
would not fucking work me
like a slave all weekend.

Got a broken heart,
the dick that broke it
is too close for comfort.

Anyway, thanks for keeping me alive long enough to bitch about today.
Tomorrow will be better.

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
or crumble, I will never slip or stumble.

- Eminem

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