People say,
Go another way.
I am tired of choosing,
Because I keep on losing.
Why am I always left alone,
I don't wear a bad smelling clone.
I give my thoughts a shake,
But I end up wanting to jump in a lake,
My mind might blow up,
Wanting to say rub a dub dub.
I need someone to show me a path,
So I can relax and take a bubble bath.
When will that someone come?
And who will I become?
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Uhh...That Was Random...
PoetryJust random poetry, because I love poetry. If you like the humor in random words put together please check it out
