So I said I’d call her, its the world at times
 
It’s the liar and the liar who knows my home phone, my middle name, My SAT score & isn’t 
impressed. It’s the chalk and the hamster in half, the shirt tied around it, the can and that thing 
your mom called them, the help, was it? an interest in charting your smoking habits, your sleep 
regiments…if you were a bagel and you had to choose between three shmears…its our friend 
but we have to ignore him, look down, does he see me? Look down. I was supposed to look great 
today, it never happens, or the one day it does then it rains. There’s a picture I need them to 
take. Got the popcorn kernels, but we left the pot in Colombia, don’t Worry, we remembered 
almost everything else. It’s the liar and she’s just trying to sing, you  don’t need her sad jazz 
routine, it’s a one hit wonder, cheesy,  really & he’s a fool. Does this say Whey? right here, does 
that say milk ingredient or do I need a new left eye, haha.  All day with  this one,  poor me. You 
know how many times I said I’d call my mother? Could you just call my  mother for me, she 
likes you! The two of you, I tell ya. Who says I’m cold? I’m a shy little lamb! I’m a singer, Alvy, 
I’ve always been a singer, Alvy…what do you mean can he have my guitar? Can he have my  
guitar, are you kidding? Of course I know your last name isn’t Zeigfreid anymore, it was never 
really Zeigfreid, was it. Always did have a thing for the Catholic church, saved all sorts of 
wrapping paper, she’s a bat now, but lovely, says oh, you go to hell and all that, yells at Uncle 
Andrew, just lovely and never at me, nope, I’m like her favorite ‘cause I touch her, rub her back 
& junk, sometimes she loses her teeth, its great. We handle all her old jewelry and she asks me 
to put my hair up.
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