it's three o'clock in the P.M. and i'm just waking up.
maybe it was the dreams about flying that kept me in bed.
or maybe i just wanted eleven hours of sleep.
either way these letters won't send themselves.
lets see what you can really do in an hour,
then i'll set my price accordingly.

p.s. i was flying by means of emptying some can of STUFF that when i sprayed, the can lifted my body higher into the air. it was like the 1950's all over again except this time i was starting riots on football fields. YOU WOULD'VE SLEPT IN TOO!!