Morning Alone

June 5, 2015

A cranky lion, crazy mane,

makeup-bare and looking insane,

smiling, laughing, and singing loud,

with stinky breath to kill a crowd,

not a care in my head in this judgement free zone,

it’s a shame, I’m only like this when I’m alone.

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