Blazé - Poem by Jared Gullage
It's a Kellog's kind of morning,
A Band-Aid kind of hurt.
We're in a Pizza Hut family,
Living Prozac kind of lives.
Neosporin is our duck and cover.
Fox News brings our terror dose.
Asia is stuffed in Styrofoam,
Our royal jelly is microwaved.
Drink the good life sedentary.
Walk only on paths that are paved.
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