I have a job for you.
I need you to convince me to not do it.
I need you to hold me back.
Absolutely no slack.I need you to convince me, not to
ram a truck into another fuel truck
for the next time you save a dying puppy.
You look like a badass walking away
from the line of fire.
Could I please be your squire?I need you to convince me, not to
buy a glass jar,
Charter a British jetstream,
Fly to Norway and,
capture the Northern light-stream.
LEDs are too mainstream.I need you to convince me, not to
squeal like a pig
from the corner of an evangelist crowd.
Cover your eyes. Too much bling.
I never knew being, "World's sassiest bum east of Mumbai" was a thing.I need you to convince me
because that's what you're good at.
Convincing and Me.
You're good to me.
I guess that's more than anyone could hope for.Also,
I need you to convince me,
not to be cheesy.
I love you.
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The Good place
PoesiaThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.