I literally can’t go to the mall Without doing my homework first. And I literally can’t take my money Without carrying a purse. I literally can’t text my friends Without having my parents see. I literally can’t leave the house Without having my annoying brother with me.
I literally can’t do this and that. I literally can’t own a cat. There are literally so many things I want to do, But I LITERALLY can’t do those, too.
This is a poem where I embraced my inner middle school girl. The assignment for one of my methods courses was to create a poem with a recurring word or phrase.