THE SUN THAT ROT

I just needed you to be a bit there for yourself/ I thought you'd find out what it means to show concern and care for someone else/ you never loved yourself, all your life you tried to fit in/ now when I hit your cellphone, I get a response that you busy/

I should have been home eight hours, fifty minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago/ how'd you have practically harboured such thoughts for thirty years?/ I wouldn't have believed you'd dimmed this very light we both watched glow/ you always talked about the come up and giving up gearing in these tatty wears/

Dang!!!!!
I hate to hit you up one more time and it's not reachable/ I just wanted to talk to you about something reasonable/ "Yes!!!!! You got that Job, buddy. You needed to come pick up the letter of appointment, homie/ argh!!!! How you going to tell me you not interested? Damn! I hate that you'd me disappointed, homie!"/

You should have been here to see Felicia made it out of college with a upper class, Dawg/ and I'm supposed to go break the news about your death and ruin such happiness, Dawg?/ come on! Wake up! Pick up the damn cellphone and let's get things over with, Dawg/ your wife and daughter needs you back, Brain. Come on! Tell me you faked it, that you going to be home in two days, Dawg/
Ugh!!!!!

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