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That’s what my mind is
No words to tame or line up in pretty verses
It’s all just buzzing nonsense
My favorite songs, a sunny day, spring leaves bursting out
All gray and boring
I’d love to write you a nice happy poem
Or even an angry one
Or anything that delves deeper than this shitty wasteland
But this bitching is all I’ve got in me now
And sorry, I am just fresh out of fucks to give