Lyric Sad Professor

if we re talking about love
then I have to tell you
dear readers I m not sure where I m headed.
I ve gotten lost before.
I ve woke up stone drunk
face down in the floor.

late afternoon the house is hot.
I started I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.

this may be a lit invention
professors muddled in their intent
to try to rope in followers
to float their malcontent.
as for this reader,
I m already spent.

late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.

dear readers, my apologies.
I m drifting in and out of sleep.
long silence presents the tragedies
of love. note the age. get afraid.
the surface hazy with attendant thoughts.
a lazy eye metaphor on the rocks.

late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
I hate where I wound up.