It's Not That I Don'T Like Like... Like Poem by Severien Meyer

It's Not That I Don'T Like Like... Like



It’s Not That I Don’t Like Like... Like
(by: Sev Meyer)

(To be read in an up-talked manner)


Sounds like funneled to my ears, like,
From like my parents,
When they would like
Goo-Goo me when I was like a baby.

I like words, like.

When I was like four
I like wanted a like trike, like.
And I got my like trike,
Like in the 50’s...
Like long before there were like Nike’s
To like push like against the pedals of my little trikey, like.

Like lots of time passed,
And like I grew, Like,
Out of my like trike, like,
And on to like a bike, like.

I would like strike my brother, like
When like he would like try to ride my like bike.
And like sometimes I would like yell,
“You’re not too like bright, like,
To want to take my like bike, like.”

Now that I’m like older,
I like reminisce about my like childhood...
Like about my like trikes... and bikes, like,
And like fishing for Pike in the like harbor
Like down the street, like
And like about hearing lots of words,
Like from my parents.

Sometimes, like they used the word like,
Like when they like told me about
Something they like liked.

Oftentimes, I liked what they like liked.
Now, I’m like me, and I like like
Lots of like, likeable things... like.

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