Manhã de fumaça escrava

Be grateful for this bright and early moment to spend time with me, still wearing my Pj pants and white beater and head wrap. I sit before you very much aware I'd rather be enjoying the fresh morning air outdoors with my coffee, but no, I have to sit here and coddle your weak need to see me. No breaks no time off ever without your whimpering to me of your pathetic loss when I am unavailable to you. How about I remind you of exactly why you suck, why you are so pathetic and need my thick hash smoke as your only reward blew right in your face.