What a Friend We Have in U.G.

Oh
God
if
U.G.
doesn't
come
soon
or
at
least
call
I
think
I'll
die
even
if
I
don't
die
you
call
this
living
suspended
between
two
worlds
pretending
to
goals
no
longer
mine
too
chicken
to
drop
everything
and
be
swallowed
into
the
void
U.G.
come
dissolve
the
space
between
us
once
more
until
there
is
nothing
left
but
you
and
then
you
dissolve.