meeting the Annoying Lydia
Met Lydia at a party
most were turning away from her
this made her more interesting to me
I like saving other people’s junk
she was a jokester, but her jokes were not funny
she liked me though, began following me around
I became a pariah now
no one wanted to include me
I kept thinking of ways to get rid of her
roll her up in a rug and toss her into a garbage truck
throw her out the six-story window
the more I dreamed the more I smiled
she thought I liked her
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