lost a post

and it was called (few chosen)
"don't dainty me"
and it was good
and it was good

now I lay me
now I weigh me
now I flay me
dry my tears

I wish there were a cinderblock
of wholesome
to relieve my sake

you make me shatter where
I merely shadowed once
and limitedly drying follicles
were also fine

I'm with you
are you viable against
the pasture
is this a metro

clop clop

tell me norms are
whittled down worth
zippo hip
frames (have a child)

you ought to be in pixils
baby pine wood
pick a box
(any box)