Hunger escaped from a mutter I thought was swept under the living room rug but the mat was flung out the front door on it's way down the motorway soaring around only to fall flat on the ground, and with the forceful landing my hunger leaped up out of the plush carpet decoration and into the hands of a true beauty, and there it goes traveling the world, chasing dreams, living life without little old me! Joking and jesting humble words are for the weak, so bold as ever I speak like a novel into her cute little ear, innocent mumbles not to be under rug swept!
Stressed Out!
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