Cacology
Hey,
Pardon
My awful
Cacology,
I'm not too great
At speaking to you.
I hope you don't mind it.
I'm better with animals,
They don't reply with sarcasm.
No offense, but it's easier to
Talk to things that are unable to speak.
I have no problem with you, I swear,
But non-living things can't answer
When I ask stupid questions.
They can't hear the things I
Say when I'm flustered
Or riled up
Like you
Can.
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