A Non Sequitur Poem by tiyler durden
A Non Sequitur
The smell oozes
The slime moves
Can't stand the loneliness
The smell sequites from my slimy oily skin
In my soul you where the top
I have no money, to do what I want
I scream until from the door a knock!
They take me a way in a white coat and put on my door a big padlock
You need to punctuate this little scream of frustration poem. They take me away! is one example. If you want someone else to love you, you have to love yourself, springs to mind. 8 for getting it out your system. Smiling at ya an olive branch of the family of life too! Tai
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