Thou hast no love for me, no more
For I am a modern hot mess!
I throw shade at the wind
That doesn't receive me
Shall I sit in the shame
Of being a ratchet poet?
Behold the pride and ego
Of an urgent mouse
Oh mouse, mouse, go away!
You cannot eat
The broken pieces
Of my existence,
Thou hast a furry mind!
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: July 29th, 2024 00:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
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