Time Traveler

You slept for hours,

Woke up only to find that you were late.

Does it really matter?

Besides your woman getting mad,

Will anyone else hate?


You brush the drool,

Use the warm blanket to swipe your face.

You lean into it and feel the cloth,

Is it Egyptian cotton or is it froth?

Doesn’t really matter it’s the fact that you had a date.


She waited for you hours,

Sitting in the long stretch of your filthy couch.

We know you don’t care,

But do you have the slightest idea,

Of what she endured after having to debouch?


Of course you didn’t

You are a simpleton,

Sleeping away like time was free.

When everyone saw their lives being dried up in time,

You decided you weren’t going to have none.


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