I’m getting my plasma taken again
Because I’m allowed to sell my body
As long as labcoats say it’s fine
So I’m taking the hour or so to donate
To kill time by writing a rhyme
But coming back to a common refrain
I don’t have much running through my brain
So I’m stuck writing another poem about nothing
Other than the mundanity manifesting around me
Like the swirling sounds of blood circulating
While harvesting the plasma that they’re taking
♡Sugar☆World☮ 