Poem – The Kickout :

I’m a quandary

An Enigma

A spicy meatball covered in sauce.

He’s a robot

An egocentric

A mental trail that has run its course.

I’m fun

Human pixie dust

I light up every girl’s life.

A pillow over his head

The kickout and then death

The end of my tortured strife.

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