Poetry

A Sign Of The Times

I snap like a vicious little snapping turtle
I’m a hurdle you don’t wanna jump over
Because I’ll reach up and pull your leg down
Then jump on you and pound

I’m on the rebound from last year
I told a girl at a store, date me or I’ll shed a tear

She complied
I think I’m ready to die, I think I’m ready to live
But fuck it. First let me go to Papa Ray’s and drink me a Pibb

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