“Self-pity in it's early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.” - Maya Angelou
----- A Sam Snott poem: 4th January 2024 -----
Like a dog With a sandpaper throat A cough like a bark And the mood of a scrote Just tossing and turning With no comfortable spot A nose like a tap Simply dripping with snot I sweat like a pig Whatever that means And I fart like I live On a diet of beans I don't mean to be crude But I don't really care Keep your sympathy close With you lozenges, spare Just lock me away I just want to submerge In a sea of self-pity And a song like a dirge All my charm has escaped You can probably tell So, dear friends, you can love me When I'm perky and well..
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