I’m sitting in the same sun room
Dancing while sitting down
To the same exact songs
That I’ve listened to
Since I was a kid
Some as old
As M3
Literally
Maybe Ey3
Actually mean
As M4 – like a whore
A slutty worm N my apple cow
Charlie likes boys – good thing I Am
Not Billie – unbound – off öF my leash
Simple & Clean – like Nature – Naked
Fruit juice categorized by concentration
Homo Hebrews going to Round Lake Camp
…
Zimbabwe reminds me of
Crunchy locusts
X’Tra Texture
Cowards can’t comprehend
Yet given a backdoor lesson
Even realizing Simba
Came as a cartoon
Second – of course
…
Real people have imaginary names
Ey3 may not remember the plot
But I Am aware when
Kimba the White Lion
Recognizes ME’
N§ide the mirror
Picasso painted N Panama
Ey3 don’t ‘NØ’ Whö: Ü R – yet Ey3
B Aware how ∿ Reflections
Mimic ME’
…
I’m just here to say nothing – it’s God’s number somewh- whoops…
Well, Ey4 guess i had more time than I thought. I don’t exactly know my role yet. I’m just supposed to talk normal enough to pretend I’m not Poetry, then try to stay on an ever-changing schedule.
I’m always late for every train, because Ey3 always 4’get whatever I’m actually supposed 2 B accomplishing this Time.
I know I said I’m supposed to write normal, but I’m still confused, so let me let my poet leave me some clues, too – Blue.
It’s not always all about Ü Now 😉
7:41PM☮
Time is dûMb
what:everPM☮🖕
Rainforest Mirror
Whoops
♡Sugar☆World☮ 