Author: Otto S. Fishbein

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Sunday Comics

I’m walking to the something, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. I’m reading too much Sunday; blah blah blah blah blah blah, Comics. I’m feeling really blah blah, I want to blah blah blah collapse. And in the end it means I blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

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Sunday Comics

Drive with the dealership tag, that’s what they love; Sunday Comics on my shoulder, that’s what they love; the smell of new leather in the cold, that’s what they love; Strawhat V-neck t’s, that what they love

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Sunday Comics

Being good ain’t enough lately; I ain’t got the strength to read me Sunday Comics. Can’t figure what got me here–I don’t want to preach alone, it’s easy to disappear…But mother I’m good as gold! Am I not your boy? Your child? The kid that I once was
Is dead.

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Sunday Comics

And if I see you, it’s like nothing went wrong. Yeah, if we meet again tomorrow, just like Sunday Comics. But there I go erasing our chances just by asking, “How do you sleep?” One step forward. Six steps back.

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Sunday Comics

We were going home, waiting for the kids’ school bus to arrive (but you know, they’re gonna do it anyway).
Read Sunday Comics, wait, is that your phone? Got a TBI. “Wait, is that police?” “Get out for what?” “I’m not your guy.”(But you know, they’re gonna do it anyway). Wife behind the trees tryna to tell you don’t — they’re about to fire (they’re gonna do it anyway).

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Sunday Comics

Hypocrisy. Financially. Stability. Sentimentality. Humanity. Sunday Comics. Simplicity. What does it mean to me? All these words; big English, big grammar…All these words mean so much to some people; to me, it’s all the same.