Tired Of Oatmeal Poem by Rachael LoudFingers

Tired Of Oatmeal



Concentration is key
Prevent mind that wanders
It will eat all intelligance
Setting free imagination
Follow the planned
Not the unpredictable
Is what they had taught
Doing the opposite satisfies her
A different taste
That thrills prisoned urges

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