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sometimes it’s cookies
This morning it was bacon
I didn’t cut,
Trying to tuck you away
for a few days
Road trip coming up
To handle business
So I need to fill my cup
With positivity
Because I am not wanted
There
Or here
As the man in the red truck
Told me
~~~good luck
Handing me the paperwork
I’m neither happy or sad
It’s a process I can’t deal with now
I’ll stick it in my bag
For the first time i have time to think
While he gets things tied up, and I wait
Meanwhile
Junk mail
and burnt power cords
Exists
In the place I left her in
I can’t win
She is always around
Grocery store sells those cookies
She always bought
Bags and bags
For my two sons
Now I’m caught
Facing four days for thoughts
About all my ends
My mom and with him.
Hiding but
Sometimes it’s cookies
That win.
I didn’t cut,
Trying to tuck you away
for a few days
Road trip coming up
To handle business
So I need to fill my cup
With positivity
Because I am not wanted
There
Or here
As the man in the red truck
Told me
~~~good luck
Handing me the paperwork
I’m neither happy or sad
It’s a process I can’t deal with now
I’ll stick it in my bag
For the first time i have time to think
While he gets things tied up, and I wait
Meanwhile
Junk mail
and burnt power cords
Exists
In the place I left her in
I can’t win
She is always around
Grocery store sells those cookies
She always bought
Bags and bags
For my two sons
Now I’m caught
Facing four days for thoughts
About all my ends
My mom and with him.
Hiding but
Sometimes it’s cookies
That win.
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