Non Sense
Shady as gravy and lumpy like dumplings, deposits of fat lodging up in my tummy
Come for me now I'm hungry and stumbling and weak so becoming unseen something's rumbling inside of my stomach it's grumbling complaining saying someone run over come feed me some tasty foods someone save me I'm clutching this button the button of strangness I am my own country and clumsy and lazy so moving perfunctory inside of my island this England I wish I could run and be drunk up in
Ireland and lucky like clovers with four leaves I'm sober and over apparently dorky the loner poet rolling my eyes
Shady like gravy the whole of my life
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