Be CorrectA Poem by Olivia
God, can't you just see it
Ohh the pretentious laughs And the dribble drabble of minty fresh breath The world is translucent But who cares? God, I'm tired Tired of speaking back and forth through ancient air waves what's so great? jibber jabber on the front porch With the quilted women her lips tucked I saw a rainbow ohhh some days ago maybe it was today And the weary men bent down and prayed for the colors in the sky You don't see right shapes are too disturbing and the curvy figures of people aren't very fair sir aren't very fair, sir
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