My Spaghetti Mind
As I smell the spaghetti sauce
and turn the heat up a little higher,
my spaghetti mind is quite
confused quite like a quagmire,
with the spaghetti nerves
all in a jumbled mess and
criss-crossing one another,
my thoughts are all a traffic
jam instead of a smooth pattern,
I'm having one of those days
with lots of issues which are quite frustrating,
I guess you could say my spaghetti mind
is disorientated and quite discombobulated!
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