Enemy
You are the gum under the desk
The yellow snow I fell in
You are the fat kid of my youth
The me that I hate looking back at and realizing how big I was
You are the Plaxico Burress
Goes to jail for shooting yourself, pathetic
You are the awkward silence
It came from being the annoying person that says excuse my French
You are the half an hour infomercial
Nobody’s eyes are on you
You are the pair of socks I don’t like to wear
You are the leftovers at dinner
I won’t want them again later
You are the Christmas gift that I always want to return
A week later that flat football we sadly had to use if we wanted to play
You are the tissue in which I blow my nose
The snot rocket of a lifetime
You are the toilet where I let out my waste
Smell like a taco after its been through the body
You are the trash bag with the hole in it
It is the mess of all messes
You are the dirty jock strap
You are the ashes after the fire burns out
The black that dulls my day to its end
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