Sunday blues
I’m tired and don’t have anything to feed you today.
Come back later. Like that crow which failed to fly over the cuckoo’s nonexistent nest. Or something like that.
Enjoy your Sunday. Or else, someone else will.
Fuck off now, will ye?
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