Ode to the Refractory Period

Get up, I say, it's time to get to work

But you are both exhausted and a jerk

You lie there, as if you laboured so hard

And frankly, you've been given your reward

I doth protest, come on, we're needed here

There's other things I can do, that is clear

I've other tools at my disposal, true

But I could always use some help from you

It's been fifteen minutes at this point, now

"You lazy dick," I curse; you say "and how"

You're making me look bad, I hope you know

And so I must explain, with words I show:

"My dear, it's science, elementary

You see, this period's refractory."

Tickets go on sale on Friday

And I am going as far away as I can

To a place where no one knows me

And so I can shout in the middle of the street

In the middle of the night

In the middle of the day, even

Fuck it, let's day shout

I'll say to myself

I will shout to myself

And someone will likely shout back 

So I will put my headphones in and walk away briskly

I will buy shoes

Because I'm always wearing right through them

And it's okay until there's a wet day

And then I don't walk, I just goosh

Just straight gooshin', here

What kind of shoes does a thirty year old man buy?

Is there something fancier than velcro?

I will take three, please

I am going to know all of the words to all of the songs

And I might need to run into the bathroom at some point

Because I will be hyperventilating or having a panic attack

What do you do when your short-sighted goals are accomplished

And you realize that in the morning you are going to have to face reality

A more-or-less unchanged person than you were when you set that goal?

And I will come back hoarse and tired

Maybe even a little hung over

But likely just tired

And sit on the edge of my bed