god i'm so magnetic
2026-03-01
what you need lies in its opposite
im not gonna list adjectives
for you to find your objective
i just am, a beer who is
who is more often than not
devoid of manners
runs straight to the heart of things
sees where it lies
untangle the lies
sees the truth right through it
more often than not
picks a fight with self
as it gets cocky and takes up too much space in my shelves
self, you do not exist
we are what we’re around
we are what’s around us
but i’ll remain
static
too empathetic you wouldn’t see it
eclectic ecstatic and erratic
god i’m so magnetic
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