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A Poem About Nothing
And so, I lay down on the road, in the sun, and baked on the asphalt.
The man with the gas mask fetish scares me to death.
I want to die it black hair, straight and sleek, over the lack thereof eye.
The world, indeed, shall be overrun by oysters, but it won't matter because we'll all be dead things.
What if everyone else is me too?
Dear Hamlet, the answer is to not, or at least to pretend so as to get through the being itself.
Spoiler alert: you've nothing to worry about.
Because the above states the answer to all of my problems, I'll say
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Let me be me.
I don't see why you're rejecting me,
Even God won't let me be me,
Hell will freeze over,
And heaven will burn to ashes by the time I grow a musache and beard,
Wouldn't it be weird,
Seeing me that way,
With a new spring in my step,
Man got SWAG!
Ha!
Weird word,
Let me be the bird,
'Cause I'm so fly I go high in the sky,
Like a tower looking down,
I may be 5'6,
And shit,
That ain't tall,
I may not join the NBA,
I may not be as good as B.O.B,
I may never rock the NYC,
But SHIT,
Let me be me.
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I am Nothing
If not a writer,
What could I possibly be?
My answer: nothing
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