Mentally sick?
Here's a poem I wrote. I like it, but I think it's a bit weird because I was mentally sick at the time I wrote it. I'd like to know what people think, what it reminds them of, if it makes sense, etc. I created you squirrel! Don't tell me you couldn't see the footprints Scurrying to your heart. Bushy tail wrapped around my nubby bitch finger. You belong to me. You have no one to talk to except my stuffed cheeks. Eat my grub |
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