Painstakingly easy,
Roman Rules the evening,
sour patch kids and red vines on Fridays.
Treats for everyone.
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I usually take a bit of nonsense and toss it up in the air when I'm feeling creatively empty.
It isn't fair that my words don't make sense when I scratch them so hard to make them become so.
They don't want to budge off of their recliners and turn the channel.
The Price is Right makes good conversation.
I'm thirsty for appreciation but I don't want to ask for a drink of water.
My cat purrs on my lap but he wants a treat.
Never say no to kitty.
The mirror laughs at me when I smile.
A 12-year-old 20-year-old without self.
Feeling heavy, heavy, hard.
Clump, clump, clump, loud feet.
Wobbly jelly can't go away.
Oh the headache.
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