Poem inspired by Louise Nealon’s Snowflake
I'm allergic to reality— I avoid interacting with the sea inside of me It's socially acceptable to be an alcoholic (as long as you don't get treatment for it) Narcissus must have been drunk when he fell in love with himself The smell of cow-shite and shite-talk seem more real than people Oats have tits now, do they?
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