Ms. Whatshallwecallyou

Location

Yes, I agree.. no really Miss whatshallwecallyou or Mr M.

I'll sit strictly in place

Slowing

My

Voice

Squirming my brains out for you,

Scratching this standardized paper,

Into separate pills of toxic nuclear knowledge.

 

Oh no What's that? 

Due on The past day 

Ha No worries, Just another easy 0

You can blink now.

 

Oh look at the time white rabbit,

Old Oak no longer interacts And this witch screams for attention

Bit by bit,

punching us with rusted iron sheets

 

It's best if you show a bit care,

Delight my day or devour the splits you spray.

For each passing day, you have the power to construct my future,

Or wreck it down with a force for flamboyant dominance.

 

 

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