Somethin like a fish out of water
Or lemon juice on an open wound.
Kinda like a deck of 51, &all you're missin' is the queen of hearts.
Like your body's ready to shut down
But your mind is racing
Cuz the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Life is full of nothin but mismatch socks& flat soda,
cuz knots are so easy to make,
yet a pain in the ass to take out.
The puniest papercuts are the ones that hurt the most,
&whenever you're lookin for zip-up hoodies,
All they carry are pull-overs.
No matter how many times I add& alter this poem,
The list goes on.
This ain't irony,
&I ain't tryna get deeply analytical;
These are just the beautiful mishaps of Life.
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