• Writing about how everyone in The Great Gatsby is a liar
    And listening to hot gospel music in my head
    Are not the best terms to combine
    On the current level of sleep I've accumulated for the week.

    But heck, contradiction was bound to find me again somehow
    I might as well let it in myself
    As opposed to forcing it to stalk me
    Or break in through one of the back windows.

    At least this way I can politely request that it remove its shoes before coming in
    And remind it not to prop its feet up on the coffee table
    Especially because I have company coming over soon
    And my mother would not apreciate having dirt on the furniture.