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Self Poetry The trash in the kitchen is piling up;
And I've been eating noodles; many-a-cup.
For, it is quite a yummy, simple meal;
So, with real cooking, I don't have to deal.
For, I just want instant gratification;
It fills me with much elation.
That's why I drink my coffee and smoke my cigarettes;
Because I do not like to place long-term bets.
Everything must be done now;
And, if not, I will have a cow.
I make exceptions for those who don't love me;
And those who think they are above me.
Because, over them, I have no control;
Without me in their lives, there wouldn't be a hole.
Life would go on perfectly for them;
Because, in my heart, I do not adore them.
Like I've stated before, and I'll state it again;
If I don't respect you, you are not my real friend.
