Tell Me About It
I don’t write poems when I’m happy,
I guess there’s really no thrust,
I don’t like people most of the time,
But sometimes I like them, but just.
I don’t always try to be perfect,
I dislike being at the top,
But I like hanging out in the shadows,
As long as I’m not the prop.
Sometimes there’s good and there’s bad,
More often everything’s bland,
That’s why I throw a kick in it,
Not just and blank open hand.
It’s okay if you don’t like me,
I probably don’t like you,
But if you like me even the slightest,
Tell me about it, please do.
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