A common theme (working on it.) the 9th

“Keep it up, Jesus.” He gives me a goofy look and I know I’m in for it. We start, and one two three Keep your goddamn pants on. She telephones and is angry . That I ask where she is, not how she is. She’s lucky I don’t ask her who she is,. She tells me she’ll be home in time for. I ask her what? But it seems as if the moments gone. He’s still here, and now I have to start keeping up. What? It seems as if a lot of people are whispering into my ear, which doesn’t seem quite right. Someone agrees with me, or . Wants something.