anybody want a peanut: ode to a messy office

March 20, 2004

ode to a messy office

pay no attention to the erratic meter. i obviously didn't.

office, office, how shall i clean thee?
where do i begin with all this miscellany?
the bossman wants me to make you clean
i can't imagine why, it's not as if you're seen
you're stuck in a corner, hidden from view
because you are mine, and i am thine too
don't know whence to start, or how to commence
what of this is trash, and what can i fence?
you're orderly enough for my taste, no doubt
alas, dummies can't figure my genius system out
an idea is upon me, an epiphany i hatch
where's the fire exit, i'm striking a match

March 20, 2004 in suffering silliness | Permalink

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tiny fragments of perfection

if i was all the colors, i would paint you pretty in gold in a picture. (jason mraz/zero percent interest).
as i took him in my arms he screamed i'm not insane i'm just looking for someone to understand my pain... (five for fighting/the devil in the wishing well)
only the curious have something to find (nickel creek/this side)
you dream of colors that have never been made, you imagine songs that have never been played (this side/nickel creek)
it's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it (jason mraz/tonight, not again)
don't try to fix me, i'm not broken (evanescence/hello)

another whole box of pandora's

i'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize/ i seem to lean on old familiar ways/ and i ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears/ still crazy after all these years (paul simon / still crazy after all these years)
but there's something in the way you laugh that makes me feel like a child... aspects of life they confuse me, you and your thesis amuse me... after and afternoon with you... and your rich brown eyes your lips and your dark hair, elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling... after an afternoon... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

a long awaited end

face to palm... tear to tear... mouth to tongue... heart to ground... i am in love... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)
there's no place to hide but i don't think i'm scared. (nickel creek/this side)
with a broken wing, she carries her dreams. man you oughta see her fly. (a broken wing / martina mcbride)

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March 20, 2004

ode to a messy office

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