![]() My FatherA Poem by coinMy Father can't choose a burger
My Mother let someone else pick her new cellphone
I have a body memory of stress and anxiety every time a decision is to be made - and that's a lot.
My ex lets me crash at her place when I'm in the city working
I hate my job but haven't planned to leave it
I prefer my surroundings to decide for me. Ride the tension train until
it breaks.
breakup, quit your job, make up your f*****g mind © 2014 coin |
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