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Opinions

If I hear opinions
Are like assholes
Everyone has them
One more time
If I hear opinions
Aren't dicks
Don't take them so hard
One last time
In this case
Y'all are comfortable using
Anatomy to describe opinions
Well
My opinions are like titties
Appealing
Then you realize I got another
And that one is okay
But that tit lactates
And you are lactose
My opinions are like buttcheeks
I'm split by my own crack
In my foundation
They are similar
But aren't perfect symmetry
And I may get slapped for it
It has ingrown hairs
Whatever that means
I haven't decided yet
I'm too indecisive
To be secured on one side entirely
Too open minded
Like a trap door that isn't
Hidden to well
Should I leave the door open
Allow people in
Or make them knock first
Or put a rug over it and if someone
Falls for me
They fall for me
What the hell are they going to think
About my furniture
And I know they won't understand
The meaning behind
Entering my house
Through a trap door
Instead of a front door
Because once I enter the trap door
I never leave
And these people start fronting
And I see it coming like sliding glass
I am not sure how many locks
I have put on my door
I have lost count
There are about
A million from my past alone
Like an obstacle test course
If they fail
I'll kick them out
Side note
Don't talk about my past
Unless I
Comfortably bring it up first
Cause if not
I will cringe harder
Than a traumatized ant
That avoided every stomp
Of a bratty kid
Who is also in marching band
Gets in trouble
Plays his way out of things
Talk about pulling strings
What a way to make an instrument
Feel more like a puppet
Instead of creating a show
It's a part of a show
So that being said
If me and you talked on hours on end
We would eventually find common ground
In a world
With no gravity
For opinions