I Contradict I
By the skin of my teeth
Surviving by wit
Heart on my sleeve
But shirts never fit
Lucky I’m funny
Or it would be a true shame
I haven’t got money
I’ve never had “game”
I won’t be on time
To save my life
A dose of cheap wine
I’ll call it a night
I hate making plans
Too much commitment
I might rather dance
Or do something different
But I don’t like to fly
By the seat of my pants
I contradict I
Every given chance
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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