March 31

Eight O'clock I'm up brah
Still thinkin bout grandma and pa
I grip the frozen doorknob
then I'm off to do all my odd jobs.
I pay the bank, and that other place,
fill up my tank, gas is at $3.28
Wal-Mart is a great place to save
thanks! Take me to the YMCA
The place to be is Jeffries
he sneaks me a peice of green
Guitar Hero 3 is on the screen
so long as it's anything but C.O.D. (Call of Duty)
I'm a little insecure
that this journals inferior
than yesterdays I fear
but still I perservere.
Ana I wish you could be here
and I'm being sincere,
since you've dissapeared
I hear queer things in my ear.
Like, "Ana's with her ex"
but Sid you best just let her
do whatever she'll pass the test.
I'm just losing all respect.

March 30

It's four in the morn
and I'm snoring up a storm
when my phone rings forth
in the form of a horn
Ushers Love In This Club
runs til I'm numb
then once more it's begun
finally I pick up.
I wont bother demonstrating
the conversating
basically ranging
to different forms of "I love you baby"
I ask her patiently
"Are you misbehaving?"
she replies vacantly,
"Maybe"
Too tired for words
I slept through Church,
up next is my turn
to eternally burn
I need a vacation,
some rest and relaxation
not like Chevy Chase in Vegas
get what I'm sayin?

March 29

My cell phone booms with some tune
Through my tomb of a room
I assume it's almost noon
I hit snooze.
Five minutes pass, then it blasts
another track.
I get up off my ass,
sufferin the wrath of the sandman.
I twist a bungie round the hips
and wish the miss was here to kiss.
I'm feelin sick a little bit
was it a McChick Sandwhich?
Day and night I work
makin sure pizza pies don't burn.
Kyle this jerk, compares my worth
to that of dried up sperm.
I watch the clock til I'm off.
"Oh, thank God" are my thoughts.
then on to Jake's for a shot
then I'm out for the count.
What I've learned for the day,
be careful how much I drank
lightweights always pay,
they pray to the septic tank

March 28

Dude may I introduce
a breathrough to you?
Fifth avenue reviews
are woo'd by my IQ.
it's true and I'll tell you why
I'm the first to commercialize
My day to day life
and write it as a rhyme.
may I have your attention
the misses calls me Siditious.
Did i mention this incentive
is given my written word more diction.
Just envision
Sid in the kitchen,
that's where the bitchin
tunes are written
but listen to me
please tell everyone you meet
sneeze it like a disease
need it like PCP.
the only chore I enforce
there must be twenty four and no more
lines in the score,
any more you'd be bored!