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Kumquat Lovesong for Poor Dreamers, Dedicated to U My roommate chooses boyfriend-flavored icing But I’m still working on the cake Throwing items like kumquats into the mix And hoping the damn thing will bake I have a ripe kumquat named Daydream He comes during Art History 6E He tells me that I could be famous If I could fly out of my seat But I don’t have wings in my buttocks I just have this thing in my head That’s good at doing whatever its told By the people who said what they said When I add the cocoa it’s darker When I add vanilla it’s light No matter how much of either I add I can’t figure out which one is right I am praying for evil temptations So I can beat the mix when I’m not good I am praying for free dry cleaning When I don’t do the things that I should My roommate thinks I’m getting fatter Sugar and cinnamon please Sweet and exciting, distract me Bit me, my peppermint fleas My roommate chooses boyfriend-flavored icing My oven knob’s pointing at “broil” This is how I’ll live my life Hot, and lined with tin foil. |
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