John K. Samson
When I Write My Master's Thesis
Oh the streets of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas fill with smoke.
The doorbell rings, I put my controller down, then pick it up and shoot some things.
Later, the darkness hits reboot and the loneliness increases.
She said she'd come back home when I write my master's thesis.
Oh the hours I spent in the archives wearing cotton gloves,
shuffling photos from the Ninette Sanatorium Halloween parties.
Emaciated ghosts hiding in those curtains' creases,
I'll let you haunt the world when I write my master's thesis.
No more marking first year papers.
No more citing sources.
(sources, sources, sources)
So I left home, cried the bumpy ride to Highway 23 and started west.
They'll be there to say that I don't need to take their stupid test,
greet me with banners and balloons, and my hard drive smashed to pieces.
Nothing left for me to save, when I write my master's thesis.
It's all going to change when I write my master's thesis.
From Letras Mania