I sit here with just minutes to go till midnight,
Another year gone.
With all the words I've used and missused
I've recycled more then none.
They were words just spinning like sugar in a bowl,
No substance, no real nutrients.
With no fault of my own, I did try to serve more meat
I believe that is was the guest at the table who seem more like mutants.
These sugary words would make my dentist angery
As my teeth stood no chance.
Making them sensitive as it rips off enamal
But I'm brushing more improve my romance.
So enjoy your cereal, ice cream and candy bar,
I have no room for them on my plate.
My days of surface scratching left more down my back
Not to mention the blade you misused while you ate.
So here I am with only seconds to go,
6...5...4...
Time to step away from these cotton candy conversations
3...2...there's the door.
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any new post coming up soon?
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