I didn't ask for it, you know?
It's not
the kind of thing you really
ask for.
But you know how poetry goes--
on.
(And very on, really on, off and on)
So
that's just how it was, I guess,
really
it wasn't bad it's just that it didn't
ask.
It just strolled on though my little mind
and said:
"Here, have this, my gift to you,
no
refunds, I don't do that." (Like
really,
would it hurt to ask? Not that
I'm
complaining. I'm just not sure why
why? why
It couldn't ask)
