I Attract Happiness
like flapping pigeons
gladiate for staling bread
on rented lawn
wish i could feel it
wanna go to hell with me
bought a circular fan
to cool the room
now i have a 3 pawed cat
a dog with half a tongue
and a busted fan
your smile shows your allegiance
parapegically unhuman
doom is coming too soon
kissing the moon au revoir
eating the cow with the spoon
even unarmed we are
the species that used its hands to kill
and gave it free will
Where am i
Just still
so more morons
been we could
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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