two steps back
this being stuck
unstuck
stuck again
really gets old.
mold
on my bread
because i forgot to eat it fast enough again.
this would not happen if i had more than me
to partake.
make me a sherry
and coke before i bust a rhyme that'll make you sing louder than me
my milkshake is better than yours.
i don't know why that song is stuck in my head
bed i sit on and think but not too hard
this is the worst i've written in a long time
but i'm posting it anyway because it
is my stream of consciousness and cannot be broken
until i get rid of this idea and
put the junk in the trunk and close the lid
because it is way past my besttime my bedtime and this rhyme ain't doin it.
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