Many years ago I favored warmth over snow I chose entertainment Over athletic fulfillment I chose a different path I never did the math Drowning in a bath... ...of my own desires Those fleeting fires But, you can surely hedge your bets I have zero regrets.
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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