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My room is messy again

The remains of my Dairy Queen

Slush is in a pink puddle at the bottom of the cup

Having a license is a problem for my health

I’m overheated, sweating through sweatpants

I suppose that was the point when the man made his invention

A cold sweat that begins at your mind all the way

To your toes when you put on socks

Boy in my class that asks why we can’t make up words

Words are endless with latin roots to support the guts

Always trying to write a poem that never

Starts a line with the same word

Making up words when I’m lonely

This room becomes the victim of

Many objects of personification

Fan is waving to me

Peach tells me of a recent stripping experience he had

He’s an innocent bunny who is sexy enough

Pictures fall at my feet when they laugh at my stories

It’s white outside

Shocking kind that hurts your eyes

Even without a sun

Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish

Hurting eyes and hurting heads

Wanting to drip cherry Kool-Aid from my veins

As excited as a child with their first chew of gum

And I’ll hope that I am not disappointed with

Something not quite authentic enough to

Come from my own veins

Maybe I’ll end up like the child who is

Disappointed with a matching outfit for a present

Their parents say how “cute” it is

Starbucks talking to old friends and remembering

Easiness used to be tied into friendships

Why is it we always want what we can’t have?

Now tell me I never used to same word twice at the

Beginning of each line in this very poem.

You could see this as a useless poem and I’d like to agree

Except that maybe I can write something good enough to

Suit you like I’ve always wanted

Catch your emotion in a fishing net