This is weirdA Poem by Pratik Mishra
You are with me tonight
The colors seem more bright An angel near my ear whispers "She is the one! This is so right" The devil pops in "You are high son, she ain't the one" he quips And after I vomit on the carpet After I sober up I realize "she" was some fat dude Holding a beer cup I was so drunk I felt he was the one Just cuz he looked at me and said "Wassup my homie Jason?"
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Added on January 23, 2019 Last Updated on January 23, 2019 Author
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