Elevator 2.7.2012
Why the fuck are the doors not closing?
Who’s this tired little lady?
Her eyes are those of a sad cow
They droop down in surrender
Eyebrows arched in despair
The anti-Jack Nicholson
Where are those tits hiding?
The only thing slightly protruding is her belly
No wonder she’s sad.
ಠ_ಠ
It’s not very crowded, yet no less irritating
Some people have no grasp
On the concepts of volume control and indoor voice
How much adrenaline can your body secrete?
Jesus H. Jones, why are the fucking doors still open?
They keep nudging back and forth
Much like my right eye
ಠ_ಠ
Oh, you’re studying finance? How fascinating
No, please, everyone wants to hear about it
And about you getting wasted
After two Malibu Bay Breezes last Friday.
You will get herpes from a toilet seat
I don’t wish it so, it’s just very likely to happen.
ಠ_ಠ
Doors close. Here we go, ladies and gentlemen,
The moment we’ve all been waiting for
5th floor; Auf Wiedersehen, cowgirl
8th floor; the future battleship Potemkin of Wall Street sails away.
It’s so hot under these lights!
11th floor. This is the last stop on this train
I repeat, this is the last stop on this train
Stand clear for closing doors, please.
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