I'll Recover
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They say that many never recovered,
from the burning covered wagon,
from the time their favorite song came on the radio and no one else heard it,
not even the DJ,
without a single memorable acronym to be made from the letters composing my name,
they always appeared out of order,
like half eaten alphabet soup,
that I spilled on alphanumeric gadgets I purchased,
that I didn't need,
that had more functions than I ever intended to learn how to use,
much like these hands and feet,
I don't even know everything they can do,
I picked a few that I liked,
and stuck with those,
and now you're stuck with reading these words,
that I arranged in a particular fashion that seemed timeless,
at the time,
and I felt weightlessness in my selfishness and arrogance,
in my impenetrable bubble that you keep stabbing at,
with a pitchfork you stole from the farm,
that put up the for sale sign yesterday,
because they couldn't find the necessarily tools to spread the hay,
so the cows were never fed,
and the beef was never sold,
and the tailgaters had nothing to grill,
too afraid of the effects of soy on testosterone and alcohol,
so the home team lost the game,
cause no one cheered,
we left sometime before the 7th inning,
and after the 3 quarter,
I remember,
we got home in time to watch the ten o'clock news,
turns out,
someone stole a pitchfork from a local farm,
police have identified two potential suspects,
the sketch artist did your eyes really well,
you should try that haircut,
you'd look even cuter,
even I looked a lot better before you burst my bubble,
with it's rainbow swirling walls,
but I won't turn you in,
just for setting me free,
I'll recover,
as long as you're here.
from the burning covered wagon,
from the time their favorite song came on the radio and no one else heard it,
not even the DJ,
without a single memorable acronym to be made from the letters composing my name,
they always appeared out of order,
like half eaten alphabet soup,
that I spilled on alphanumeric gadgets I purchased,
that I didn't need,
that had more functions than I ever intended to learn how to use,
much like these hands and feet,
I don't even know everything they can do,
I picked a few that I liked,
and stuck with those,
and now you're stuck with reading these words,
that I arranged in a particular fashion that seemed timeless,
at the time,
and I felt weightlessness in my selfishness and arrogance,
in my impenetrable bubble that you keep stabbing at,
with a pitchfork you stole from the farm,
that put up the for sale sign yesterday,
because they couldn't find the necessarily tools to spread the hay,
so the cows were never fed,
and the beef was never sold,
and the tailgaters had nothing to grill,
too afraid of the effects of soy on testosterone and alcohol,
so the home team lost the game,
cause no one cheered,
we left sometime before the 7th inning,
and after the 3 quarter,
I remember,
we got home in time to watch the ten o'clock news,
turns out,
someone stole a pitchfork from a local farm,
police have identified two potential suspects,
the sketch artist did your eyes really well,
you should try that haircut,
you'd look even cuter,
even I looked a lot better before you burst my bubble,
with it's rainbow swirling walls,
but I won't turn you in,
just for setting me free,
I'll recover,
as long as you're here.
