Here I am, still and
suspended
I remained this way
till the day has ended
Then I am handled
And put in a drawer
I have been through
this cycle many times before
When I'm not in a
drawer I'm impaled to Brittany's ear
And you wont believe
the wonderful things that I hear.
Like laughs from a
comedy film, or from horror a scream
And the occasional
"Oh my god, Ashley look at her jeans."
Maybe a "Cool
story bro, tell it again"
And a who what where
why and when
Then the cycle ends
and I go back to the drawer
Waiting for the next
day, waiting to hear what's In store.
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