Ever Wondered If You Could Pour Your Tea With Your Feet
not me
keep my change in a hole in my pocket
giving gravity a hand
formed a one person band
pulled at every push
never in a ruuuuuuuu
shhhhhhhhhhhh can you see that echo
flicking at ever freckle
are you talking for us again
you have been told about that
sorry hes really out there
can i help you
no its my turn
let me tell them
What were we talking about
now is that about or a bout
turned reality inside out
but were all trapped within
Hatter that's a family name
but my father was a butcher
baker
candle sick
taker
under
won og ot deen i
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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