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I waste time on common things

Folding napkins

Hanging clothes

Channel surfing till I die,

My closest pursuits are moot

I debate with myself

until exertion sets in

or inertia gives out

I've had thoughts of crime

Big ones

Small ones

Ones where I get the girl

Most commonly I have

a suspicion that my neighbors

will kill me in my sleep

and bury me in Louisville

Anywhere but Louisville