Bad Poetry for the masses


Ever sat on the floor
And scraped gum off a shoe?
That’s now how hopeless
I feel about you.
I poke and I prod
I can’t seem get through.
But I’m not giving up
It’s just not what I do.
Cause like it or not,
I stepped in that gum
And I’m bound to keep going
’til I’ve dented it some.
Plus I like these shoes
They look good on my feet
And if I scrape hard enough
I might have that gum beat.
Sure there’ll still be a spot
Where the gum used to be
But if it’s no longer sticky
Then it’s ok by me.

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