Day 256

"I can barely feels the sheets with all
these crumbs down in my bed, oh no.
How can I get to sleep with
all this buzzin' in my head?
An' who'd've ever thought
I'd not complain about a mess?
Serves me right, I guess:
This is what I get for eatin'
crackers with my gin,
An' drinkin' in my Sunday dress.

Telephone is by the bottle which
is always by my bed.
Time to time I give it a rattle to make
sure that it's not dead.
I will wait here for your call
till I run out of cigarettes.
I love to play the part of the
damsel in distress,
Flickin' ashes in my coffee,
Drinkin' in my Sunday dress."

—Susan Haynes