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Because I'M Tired of Metaphors, Etc

Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts Thoughts warmed by winter coat maligned in poison oak With an indelicate left-breast Pocket inscription stating the obvious “Boys Don’t Cry” (Simply put and rich in depth, obviously) All together, together all. All together one we go Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts Warmed-Itchy thoughts are spoke-spun thoughts By a girl…ewww (And also by the she I’m so unwanted by, obviously) With an indelicate left-breast and dysfunctional vocal-cords Who fit me for the boots and gave me the coat (I paid for the boots) The receipt for the boots, under the total Obviously (or incidentally) stated “Boys Don’t Cry” All together, together all. All together one we go Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts Dizzy-Swarmed-Bitchy thoughts deplete the air The air is cosmonaut thin (Though I suspect thick by astronaut standards) My lungs protest With dysfunctional vocal-cords From an indelicate left-breast that has a flippin’ boot receipt stapled to it I remove my space helmet to smell the roses And then (Quite obviously) Cry Like It’s 1999 All together, together all. All together one we go Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt Muah! 2/2/2016

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