Just a messy poem about a messy life
I found my place
it's down the corner
to the right
next to the bat cave
missing the next flight.
Borrowed these shoes
mustard on my pants
what kind of idiot
would not take the tags off.
Spilled my coffee
tripped through the door
my prepaid minutes
are up
and my toes are sore.
At the library I have 4 fines
to books I never read
but thought the covers
looked nice
The person I want to be
the person you strive to be
will never be
until you find
your che.
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