I really truly mean to say this,
when I say this,
I think you should get back together with him,
this travesty isn't coherent,
nor any more literal than a toe jam-
I think the world is round...
And god is fish,
subtract the tail though,
nothing gets away from him-
I think if you could only return
with that same value you kept,
wouldn't let change for the die in your eye,
or corrupt for pity and prize,
you'd actually remind yourself every time.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2018
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