D.I.D Poem by Britt Veloso
D.I.D
I'm costumed in fake people from TV
Foggy thoughts and thumb printed lies impress into me
Gardening a head full of nonsense
The little hoe in me wants a wet tee shirt contest
The athlete in me wants to run
The artist wants to splatter paint with my thumb
The cackling Witch i can be wants evil to happen
And the train wreck of a girl is me and she can't get back in
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