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Kumquat Lovesong for Poor Dreamers, Dedicated to U
My roommate chooses boyfriend-flavored icing But Iím 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 donít have wings in my buttocks I just have this thing in my head Thatís good at doing whatever its told By the people who said what they said When I add the cocoa itís darker When I add vanilla itís light No matter how much of either I add I canít figure out which one is right I am praying for evil temptations So I can beat the mix when Iím not good I am praying for free dry cleaning When I donít do the things that I should My roommate thinks Iím getting fatter Sugar and cinnamon please Sweet and exciting, distract me Bit me, my peppermint fleas My roommate chooses boyfriend-flavored icing My oven knobís pointing at ďbroilĒ This is how Iíll live my life Hot, and lined with tin foil.
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