I'm magnetic to drinks that stain
And drawn to drop them,
On your new, clean jeans
I'm prone to trip over air
Just to feed your outfit, my diner
Don't put me near stairs
Or escalators.
Or even elevators
No glass, no metals.
I should be banned from everything with corners
You should carry around first aid
Or a full-body foam suit
a bullet-proof vest would be logical too
In short, I just want to say
I apologize to those, who have been my victims,
Also those, who have yet to encounter me
Be warned: I am such a clutz.
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