What's wrong today?
I still got that wound that won't heal over already.
How did you get out of bed?
How am I supposed to know that? I just do stuff.
Why are you here?
Because life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness chose to be in effect.
Why do you feel this way?
I don't know, ask my Bible.
Why do you try?
If I get my stuff done, I can read.
How many emotions can you feel in a day?
As many as your mom can. (jk) x
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in, like, two minutes.
- Category: Humor
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Quips of existence that strike true. 👍✌️
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