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It’s come, That season Every drop from the faucet’s Just a little colder, Every breeze that rustles The jeans, needles me - Little h..

I wanted to be you once; Then I lived a little, Thought it through, And realized I am me; You are you - And there wasn’t A helluva lot ..

Written Sept. 6, 2017

Hey September, Do you remember When we were best buds, And we frollicked Under blue skies above; When we packed up Our school books, And wait..

This is a post-apocalyptic world For those who've been hurt Or lost a girl The sky has striped the years Down your cheeks With its acidic tears,..

I’ve never been one for simile I’d rather take out the first “i” And watch people’s eyes As their brows rise, And at..

I saw a reporter powder her face, take the mic, ask “Am I a go, are we ready?” wobbling unsteady on her stilt-y high heels, looki..

She can hook With the best Of women Who stand Under the Street lamps, Under the Night sky - She’s a serial Housewife. She marries ..

I’ll shitpost Tomorrow Over eggs and toast. Nightie night, folks! Early to bed, Early to rise, Makes a meal Sunny side up With runny yo..

Written August 1, 2017