Sofa Talk

I elicit rebuke it’s not even a fluke I tire and I bore-nothing new here in store I feel pain like the rain but the drain is arcane I flip and flop I start and I stop I rip and I tear but still get no stare from that goose of man the one that ran…out leaving me here all sour and kraut I know that it’s true that being so blue is like wearing one shoe uneven and odd in a growing bod Tis no way to be! please help me to flee out of my mind and stop falling behind …the sofa