Swings

Let’s go! I’m ready

Sleep is for the weak

It’s going to be lit

Eh, it’s alright 

It could be better 

It smells weird in here

Why is it so hot

Stop pushing me 

Get off of me

This sucks

Why am I even here

I’m never doing that again

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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