I always forget my lunch I never get the hunch No thought in my mind That I left it behind Not even a clue As if I never knew... ...that I even had it at all Making my brain feel so small I suppose there's always tomorrow Maybe I won't replay this sorrow
Do you normally dislike poetry? Me too! It turns out, I like writing it, but I cringe at the thought of the stereotypical puffy culture surrounding it. If I want to smell my own farts all day, I stuff my belly with garlic and onions, thank you very much.
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