Wrote this by blending parts of Facebook news feeds. Makes little to no sense.
Why I Cheated On You
Nothing is more delicious than simplicity
in the realm of the paranormal.
A hard job supporting new episodes
of adoration on a couch cushion.
I'm out of ideas.
This is me, telling you
that sweet potatoes could multiply
in Buffalo in a few days,
but it'll amount to what you blame
me for when the tickets sell out.
I want a clean dog like that.
I want a pure trick on my 21st.
I want to hang-on mid-argument.
Discovering laziness beneath the drama
of a girl I know. Removed myself
that moment when I realized
I was stronger than a Spanish hen.
And I built my secret empire
on a scrap of corporal hocus pocus.
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