SPRING

Motherfucking Spring...

Spring is like that bitch

in '02 who said

she'd meet me on the corner of 3rd and fifty third.

I waited for an hour and a half

with a flower in my hair

waiting for her.

That bitch.

Spring is hiding from me

just like her

and I can't even put a flower

anywhere

since Spring's holding all the bulbs...

Someday, I'll find her again.

Spring, I mean.

I gave up on the girl.

For her,

90 minutes was too much.