If they had a sound
It would be a can of loose screws
Sitting on a washing machine
A constant jangle of bits and pieces
If they had a taste
It would be sour candy
And a battery on your tongue
Electric and sharp all at once
If you could touch them
They would feel like static
And cotton *****
Unpleasantly soft with a scratchy tingle
If you breathed them in
It would be rubbing alcohol
With cinnamon and pepper
A raw burn followed by touches of spice
But when you see them
You might not realize
A bouncing leg here
Drumming fingers there
Sep 16, 2023
Sep 16, 2023 at 12:48 PM UTC
If they had a sound
It would be a can of loose screws
Sitting on a washing machine
A constant jangle of bits and pieces
If they had a taste
It would be sour candy
And a battery on your tongue
Electric and sharp all at once
If you could touch them
They would feel like static
And cotton *****
Unpleasantly soft with a scratchy tingle
If you breathed them in
It would be rubbing alcohol
With cinnamon and pepper
A raw burn followed by touches of spice
But when you see them
You might not realize
A bouncing leg here
Drumming fingers there
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