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Sometimes when you wake up,

Man you wake up and you don't

exactly remember how you fell asleep

or if any or every conversation you had was real,

Man sometimes after a zombie night 

You wake up and you feel pissy. 

Pissy because the wind is so strong

You could very well get knocked over

Pissy because you need to run errands

Pissy because goddamn it things aren't falling in your lap

Pissy just for the sake of being Pissy

Pissy because you don't want to be

It's a Pissy kind of day today

Let's hope it doesn't turn to shit. 


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