Category : Poems

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Summertime and the living I indeed resent,Their annoying, unmindful ways never relent;
Under the basking sun, 
They always have their fun;
While my skin is that of an Apple, 
I can’t help but say, “They’re all assholes.”
While I sit here watching them playing there sports.
Running laughing
Not once noticing me. 
I stand and look up toward the sky and with a deep breath I start running towards the ocean.