Annoyance by Timothy WilsonI wrote you a song
Singing along to my six string
I spoke of how I do not like you
I told you how you make my soul nauseous
It was 1987
I still despise you
I still will write until my creative lobe droops
Like an elder’s ear lobe
And on and on I will tell you to vaporize
Thin air calling
I never will like you
We are polar opposites I wrote you 1987
Remember?
11/30/2009 Posted on 11/30/2009 Copyright © 2024 Timothy Wilson
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