With Oneself Poem by Oatem Folk

With Oneself



With Oneself

I'm cold.
No.
I'm hot.
Wait.
Am i?
No.
No, I'm not.

I'm happy.
Really?
Or sad.
Or both.
What,
You're just mad.

OK.
I'm good.
I'll guess,
Or bad?
Nope.
You sure?
Definitely.
Simply glad.

You're odd.
Why?
Stop rhyming.
OK I will.
Good.
Good-bye.

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