POETICALLY SICK ATM
Pots and pans line my sink
Give me room to think
And then i turn pink
Head to toe im intoxicated
Congestive
Complicated
Under Appreciative
My nose is running
My heart is drumming
My head spins just for fun
Im 95 % Done
Im sick
Imperfect
Act to quick
Silly lil bitch
And now
How
Will i ever get out of bed?
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