Let me remind you of my sayings,
I'm born for dismay,
This May!
I remember the day.
It's a man handing out newspapers.
I got let in by the Maid.
My carry-out is when I pay;
One more nickel, dime, this, my card, isn't cheap
when I operate.
"Let It Go" Day is easy.
I carry ID and I'm sleazy.
My music pops when I'm breezy, hot, cold
as I pay with food stamps at the local store
with no baby,
Careful and busy,
Bay waits from afar at his own place;
I'm warm in my brown and white sheets, and blanket,
I don't mean to be detailed, but
Life is a detail,
Life is paper
I agree for so
I have pages and papers enough to think I was created to own it.
By: Brandy Ruiz
Edit 5-9-2015
Edited 5-13-2024
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