But for reals!

Let me just say this
My set starts at eight o’clock
Everyone should come

I play lots of crap
Sometimes, brilliance happens
You just might miss it

I was not kidding
We have some hot tunes tonight
And you will miss it

The playlist went as such:

The week got worse; hell, started bad
I'd have to call it total shit
But after days like I've just had
It's time to chill a little bit.

It all just makes you groan and twitch
It's time for a collective vent
And after we all whine and bitch
We'll tell the fuckers to get bent.

This haiku brought to you by the letters F and U

February first
With rent now paid, we are poor
So screw it. Let's dance!


Spider spins once more
Plucking sounds from her web
The gig starts at eight