Bubble
Stuck in a bubble,
Looking for trouble,
I ask, "may I have some fries with that"?
What do I do with all that fat,
But make a bubble to
Save me from trouble?
I ask, "may I have some pills with that"?
Well, that helps the ache,
But what good is that?
If my head remains your door mat?
That thing we never talk about.
I pad my insides and numb my skin.
I am a bubble, I wait for the pop
That brings my world to a full stop.
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