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Burnt and Swatted Poetry
Why Sundays Are the Hardest
I should just stay in bed
If I was what I weren’t
and the toast wasn’t burnt,
and my why was a fly
I could swat I would try
to make sense of this mess
and get dressed.
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Member-only story
If I was what I weren’t
and the toast wasn’t burnt,
and my why was a fly
I could swat I would try
to make sense of this mess
and get dressed.
Addicted to writing because I can't do math. Entropy editor. https://bit.ly/3bT9tYu
Bootleg Humor Since 1720. The premier place for funny — the fastest growing humor pub on Medium. Experience the MuddyUm difference. We support all types of humor and comedy writing and illustrations. We publish fast. We edit well. Publishing for 5+ years. Gardenofneuro.com