I’m sure Susan’s not pregnant
And I know the knock knock I hear presently is the pizza guy, of course it’s not police.
You lied about the lease, I’ve at least a week till time is expired and
Deceased (just like my best friend isn’t)
I’m not conceited
I’ve never cheated
I was never in love and
I’m feeling great!
[Grate]-ing on my nerves is: nothing at all!
Grandma’s just fine, there’s no sign of the fall.
It’s a good thing I don’t smoke
Or drink
Or form addictive habits that could sabotage my chance of having plans
Like mom had said I would
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