My Sworn Enemy
Soon, oh so soon I will have time... ... ... and by soon I, of course, mean like. I'll have a free day the week of Thanksgiving. Maybe.
Anyways, I have an enemy. The bane of my existence, and this is Jon's Ode to the Bane of His Existence -- My Sworn Enemy:
Oh you, who promised such joy, oh you who looked like such fun. You've gone and ruined my days, and if I wore pantyhose I'm sure you'd have given them runs. You suck.
Oh you, who could have been so great, oh you who try to be so much. You've walked over my soul, and eaten it whole, you've taken my hours -- both day and night -- and scrunched them up really tight. They're gone.
That thing you said you'd do, you didn't. That thing you said you'd say, you lied. Those days you promised we'd go fly kites it seems all you wanted to do was wrap me up tight in the lines.
Tonight was going to be so nice, tonight was going to be relaxed. Then you reared up and sucked up my heart and then you ran off to eat Tokyo. You suck.
Was it good?
-Jon
P.S. Yeah. Can you say "Procrastination?"