91 Degrees Poem by Jenn Kovel
91 Degrees
Rating: ★5.0
It's God
Awful hot
Today and
My limbs
Are God
Awful heavy
I just need some
Air. And I
Wish I could
Peel my sweating
Self off this God
Awful plastic chair
To at least
Grab a glass of water,
But I am shtuck like
Glue.
I guess I may be
Interminably stuck
To this GOD
AWFUL
CHAIR
But it's better
Than bein'
Shtuck on you
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4/26/2024 2:13:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
loved the way u used the definitive measure of agony: : God