Edges take their Form

Edges take their Form

Edges take their Form

I feel like my butt’s glued to seat
Obligations so hard to meet
Waiting for that next needy call
God! Can’t wait for butt to haul!
Yeah, it seems I write to stay awake
Wonder if my family’s at lake
Well I know I am, but I’m inside
This is place in which I reside
This here poem’s just like the one of prior
Maybe I could stick them in a fire
Just to watch the edges take their form
Then blow them out to break this train of norm
Anyway, I’m bloated to the max
Munching as I sit upon my ass
It sounds as if I’m pathetically bored
Retrieving info already stored
But I’m paid a mighty sum
For just sitting pretty or otherwise dumb
So relaxing and tiring too
Yet my day at some point is through
And I’ll go home to do it all over
I wish for luck upon four-leafed clover

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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