I live my life
by the snooze button
I have long since smacked
my fingerprints away
Mornings will never be anything but
a jerk to me
I live my life
always digging for a pen
I have to faithfully record
every emotion with vengeance
Memories will never be anything but
a whip to me
I live my life
blowing up like dynamite
I have to piss on em (to save em)
if they stand too close
Fire will never be anything but
a mother to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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