Heather Butler · Sep 7, 2010
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Laughing, that's all they ever do is laugh.
Stupid children running rampant through my head
flipping switches and leaving lights on.
Papers crumple in mid-air
and my attention span goes numb.
P--
P--
P--
B--
B--
M--
M--
J--
                   What is
                               this
                       f    u    c    k    i    n    g

                                      thing?

Heather Butler; 2010
 
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