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I’ve not been feeling too clever I’m under the weather head in the clouds for crying out loud a catchphrase of cliches this purple haze was man-made not in China from a ****** I tried to squeeze into my genes I guess my but is too big can you ever forgive? - this interruption the language corruption just trying to do my best been studying for life’s test my final exam gone ham and turkey I like to do it ***** feel the soil between my toes plant my feet and watch me grow I am a giant of egoic proportions my stoic abortions killing ideas before they’re born feel free to yawn go take a break I will be right back for goodness sake you need a nap your poetry has become absurd we used to hang on your every word now this sloth has found a new tree yet still, it’s a sin for me to sleep maybe I should try gluttony and see what else I can add to this cacophony am I even still making sense? - or do I need to be benched I’ve taken more shots at goal then I care to remember still keep missing the hole despite having a mentor I meant her she was my teacher she taught me time waits for no man yet here I am still head in the clouds she wouldn’t be proud but then I’m not too clever I’m just under the weather.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
Under the Weather
I’ve not been feeling too clever I’m under the weather head in the clouds for crying out loud a catchphrase of cliches this purple haze was man-made not in China from a ****** I tried to squeeze into my genes I guess my but is too big can you ever forgive? - this interruption the language corruption just trying to do my best been studying for life’s test my final exam gone ham and turkey I like to do it ***** feel the soil between my toes plant my feet and watch me grow I am a giant of egoic proportions my stoic abortions killing ideas before they’re born feel free to yawn go take a break I will be right back for goodness sake you need a nap your poetry has become absurd we used to hang on your every word now this sloth has found a new tree yet still, it’s a sin for me to sleep maybe I should try gluttony and see what else I can add to this cacophony am I even still making sense? - or do I need to be benched I’ve taken more shots at goal then I care to remember still keep missing the hole despite having a mentor I meant her she was my teacher she taught me time waits for no man yet here I am still head in the clouds she wouldn’t be proud but then I’m not too clever I’m just under the weather.
Originally Written July 8th, 2019
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
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