It’s Thursday night

Ah, no, Friday morning

But either way it’s a school night

Or morning

And I just got back from an Indie rock concert

More deaf than normal

But totally mosh-pitted and

Rocked out.

My head banged back and forth like back

When I had hair;

The bass player had boobies,

She had her hair down over her face

So she could hide behind it

So I don’t know if she was cute

But she had cute boobies

And I kept thinking how I wanted to marry her

Or maybe just keep standing there drinking beer, watching

Her play bass;

I couldn’t decide.

And then she was gone, after

The Encore.

And so I left, tired

It is a school night,
Afterall.