dead poets
they say
there is
strength
in numbers
and so i
guess that's
why i feel
so small
backed aqainst
the mighty moe
powerhouse thing
stings
makes me want
to vomit
you just
don't see how
penetrable
weak fortress
gusto
winding down
and crouching over
secret societies
nuwanda and noone
and i'm plain
sick and tired
i just don't
get why it is
that noone
writes songs
for green eyed girls
green eyed monsters
that hide
under the bed
party with
dust bunnies
i find myself
talking to.
myself and the crazy
old ladies
and i'm running
out of
things to say.
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