Un-motivation,
I have a way about me.

Are you enjoying me, anonymous reader?
Because my self-indulgence is wearing on I.

Let's **** the flame together.
There's a mess on the table.

If I ignore her, will she eventually leave me be?

Thoughts, thoughts, and scatter-plot dots
I've got intelligence down to a science.

Do I write for you?
Do I write for me?
Do I write for Him?
Do I write for she?

Who's the head?
And who's the heading?
Who's the body?
We're just beginning.

Musical significance on the back-note taste bud of my lower sound registry.
That was a long line.

I like the 4th wall, if only because it breaks for me.

Alligator tears have no place here,
and nor does this lackadaisical approach.

I hope you all ride first class,
and I ride coach.

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You're a good girl, and you know it
But what does that make me?

Let's let glue run through my veins
I'll stick with anything you give me.

Short poems always seem to give a sense of importance.