would you all,
just,
calm the f*** down.
my phone is blowing up,
on a permanent dial of
911, you, and you, and
YOU!
all have this number,
don't pretend you can't read
this text, cause, I'm screaming,
in metaphors, while smiling,
with sugar free gum smacking,
you,
repeatedly,
seriously,
hyperventilate,
over your honey,
spreading butter,
on a warm toasted bread,
without a smile,
nobody asked you to ghost chili
my breakfast today,
and really?
really?
really?
as he once said to me,
with his eyebrow, his big hands,
pausing while cutting potatoes
on the counter, and I liked him,
so before you decide to,
pet the porcupine,
screaming holy jesus, hallelujah,
it's got spines,
calm the f*** down,
sister. seriously.
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