I Hate Objectivity

No I will not,
Shoobadoowop,
Digits pressed in drums,
He acts as though he forgot.

The sun spins yet again,
Feeling for friends,
Nearest and dearest do come
Time makes believers of men.

Somehow,
It's,
Like,
Bleeding grips, hikes,
Other difficult shit, I
Suggest you feel the slip, Mike,
Lest you complete the trip, tyke

Too much sugar in the coffee,
Can you get this glitter off,
Please?
I'm going straight,
Into backwards,
Don't stop me.

Poetry


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