these thoughts are why i have no friends
Friday
POEM
things don't make sense anymore
my mother thinks i'm a whore.
there's a man standing at the door
strange and dressed in black but
i let him in. he has the world's biggest
chin. and he is married to a lady named
Lynn.
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