It's a piece of cake to eat a piece of cake,
And it was a huge mistake.
A piece of garbage,
I f*cked it up.
I must puke it up.
Can I make it up to myself?
Can I make stuff up to feel better about myself?
Will I eat those lies up?
For the record, Marie Antoinette never said "let them eat cake."
They just wanted her dead, wanted her head.
Can I suck it up and soldier on?
Can I pack it up and move on?
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Tap Dancing on the Moon
PoetryAn anthology of poems written during the first half of 2022
