three hours

let me up.
let me go.
cut me loose.
say farewell,
adios.
break the chain,
unlock
the door, kill
the music.
enough is
enough. i can't
take any
more. it was
fun while it
lasted. the best
three hours of
my life, but
i'm done, cooked,
fried and
finished. it's
time to move on,
move out,
go west. get on
that old horse
and ride. i'll
see you on
that proverbial
flip side. yeah.
i know. i've got
nothing but
cliches for you.
and that should
tell us something.